Royal Arch. Song LII

When orient WISDOM beam'd serene, And pillar'd STRENGTH arose— When BEAUTY ting'd the glowing scene, And Faith her mansion chose— Exulting bands the Fabric view'd; Mysterious powers ador'd; And high the Triple Union stood, That gave the MYSTIC WORD.

Pale Envy wither'd at the sight, And frowning o'er the pile, Call'd Murder up from realms of night, To blast the glorious toil. With ruffian outrage join'd in woe, They form the league abhorr'd; And wounded Science felt the blow, That crush'd the MYSTIC WORD.

Concealment, from sequester'd cave, On sable pinions flew; And o'er the sacriligious grave, Her veil impervious threw. Th' associate band in solemn state, The awful loss deplor'd; And wisdom mourn'd the ruthless fate, That whelm'd the MYSTIC WORD.

At length, thro' Time's expanded sphere, Fair Science speeds her way; And warm'd by Truth's refulgence clear, Reflects the kindred ray.— A second Fabric's towering height, Proclaims the Sign restor'd; From whose foundation—brought to light, Is drawn the MYSTIC WORD.

To depths obscure; the favour'd TRINE, A dreary course engage— Till thro' the Arch, the ray divine, Illumes the sacred page! From the wide wonders of this blaze, Our ancient Sign's restor'd; The Royal Arch alone displays, The long lost MYSTIC WORD.