THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG XLVII

Some folks have with curious impertinence strove, From the Free-Masons bosom their secrets to move; I'll tell why in vain their endeavors must prove. Which no body can deny.

Of that happy secret when we are possest, Our tongues can't explain what is lodg'd in our breast; For the blessing's so great it can ne'er be express'd. Which no body, &c.

By friendship's strict ties we brothers are join'd With mirth in each heart, and content in each mind: And this is a difficult secret to find. Which no body, &c.

Truth, charity, justice, our principles are, What one may possess, the other doth share, All these in the world are secrets most rare. Which no body, &c.

But you would fain our grand secret expose, One thing, best conceal'd, to the world you disclose, Much folly in blaming what none of you knows. Which no body, &c.

While then we are met the world's wonder and boast, And all do enjoy what pleases each most, I'll give you the best and most glorious toast. Which no body, &c.

Here's a health to the gen'rous, the brave and the good, To all those who think, and who act as they shou'd: In all this the Free-Mason's health's understood. Which no body, &c.