"O WHAT a happy thing it is

"O WHAT a happy thing it is, Brethren to dwell in unity;" Whilst every action's squar'd by this, The true base-line of Masonry, Our plumb-rule fixed to the point The angle of uprightness shews; From side to side, from joint to joint, By steps the stately mansion rose.

Whate'er the order or the plan, The parts will with the whole agree: For, by a geometric man, The work is done in symmetry. From east to west, from north to south, Far as the foaming billows run; Faith, hope, and silver-braided truth, Shall stamp with worth their Mason son.

But, chiefest, come, sweet charity, Meek, tender, hospitable guest; Aided by those, inspir'd by thee, How tranquil is the Mason's breast: And olive branch thy fore-head binds, The gift that peerless prudence gave: An emblem of congenial minds, And such Masonic brethren have.