A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, AN ODE

Hail roval Art, in thee alone we find, The noblest dictates of the human mind; Thy golden precepts can alone impart, Seraphic raptures to the Mason's heart; Bright wisdom's rules, our gross desires refine, And raise our thoughts to pleasures more divine,

Within our wells, come virtue six thy feat, And dwell in Masons' hearts—a fare retreat; From the base world, where worth and merit's lost, By shise and envy, in oblivion tost; Where feigned friendships, will their trust betray, While interest wipes each conscious stain away; Not so with Masons—such our order grand, It links creation in one social band.

It's solid basis, sounded on a rock, That neither spite nor envy e'er can shock, Supported by Corinthian pillars grand, Has stood for ages, and shall ever stand; Let cowans still, the mystic path explore; In vain they try, while Masons guard the door; Still shall our art, in their defiance rise, And bear our same, triumphant to the skies.