THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG LIV

Columbia's sons, attend awhile. To one who will the truth impart, And shew that you are in exile 'Till science guides you by our art; Uncultivated paths you tread, Unlevel'd, barren, blindfold be, 'Till by a myst'ry you are led Into the Light of Masonry.

From chaos this round globe was form'd, A Pedestal for us to be, A mighty column it adorn'd, In just proportion rais'd were we; When our Grand Architect above An Arch soon rais'd by his decree, And plac'd the Sun the arch key-stone, The whole was form'd by Masonry.

It pleas'd our Sov'reign Master then This glorious fabric to erect. Upon the square let us, as men, Never the noble work neglect, But still in friendship's bonds unite Unbounded as infinity, 'Tis a sure corner-stone fix'd right, And worthy of Free-Masonry.

In ancient times before the flood, And since, in friendship we've adher'd, From pole to pole have firmly stood, And by all nations been rever'd. When rolling years shall cease to move We from oblivion rais'd shall be; Then, since we're met in peace and love, Let's sing All hail to Masonry.