A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG II

Conven'd we're met my jovial souls, With sparkling wine come fill our bowls, Let concord be the toast; With glass in hand let each agree To sing in praise of Masonry, What mortal more can boast.

Here dove-ey'd Peace, celestial maid, Stands ready waiting for to aid, And guard the sacred door; Here's Charity from Heaven sent, To bring her free born sons content, And comfort to the poor.

See in the East, effulgent shine, Bright Wisdom with his rays divine, Hark! Hark! the solemn sound: "While thus we live in mutual love, "We taste what angels do above, "Here happiness is found.

"The fruit of Eden's tree we taste, "Its balmy joys are our repast, "Here freedom cheers the heart; "The indigent opprest with grief, "Gains from his brother's hand relief, "Each to his wants impart.

"The Great and Good, with us combine "To trace our mysteries divine, "And find the pleasing light; "With pleasure we pursue the plan, "While friendship rivets man to man, "How pleasing is the sight."

United thus our structure stands, Untouch'd by sacriligious hands, A monument of fame; Nor envious foes shall e'er deface The virtues that our order grace, Or blast a Mason's name.

'Till Heaven sends her summons sorth, From East to West, from South to North, Her chosen sons to call; While time runs its continual round, Shall fame with golden trumpet sound, Masons shall never fall.