Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings

Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings, Mystic truths Urania brings: Friendly visitant, to thee We owe the depths of MASONRY; Fairest of the virgin choir, Warbling to the golden lyre, Welcome here, thy art prevail, Hail! divine Urania, hail!

Here in Friendship's sacred bow'r, The downy-wing'd, and smiling hour, Mirth invites and social song, Nameless mysteries among: Crown the bowl, and fill the glass, To ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace; To the BROTHERHOOD resound Health, and let it thrice go round.

We restore the times of old, The blooming glorious age of gold; As the new creation free, Blest with gay Euphrosyne: We with godlike science talk, And with fair Astrea walk; Innocence adorns the day, Brighter than the smiles of May.

Pour the rosy wine again, Wake a louder, louder strain; Rapid zephyrs, as ye fly, Waft our voices to the sky; While we celebrate the Nine, And the wonders of the Trine. While the Angels sing above, As we below, of peace and love.