English poem
A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG III
Arise, my brethren, let us arise, For work let us prepare, Let's build a fabric to the skies, True architects we are.
With plum-line and square, Come let us prepare, True friendship shall be our foundation;
A temple we'll raise, Deserving of praise, For our first Master Grand was a Mason.
See in the east yon star refulgent shine, Whose accents sweet fill me with love divine; Attentive, brethren—mark his precepts true, Come heart in hand—and eager let's pursue.
Come follow, follow, let's pursue Yon eastern star, we have in view; From whence true knowledge springs, Behold! with what effulgent rays, Upon his breast, his jewels blaze; An ornament to kings.
From west to east, let us pursue, And keep yon orient star in view.
It's high meridian, labourers all retire, (Rest after labour, our bodies do require) Till call'd again, your task for to fulfil, I go a while to learn our Master's will.
Whenever commanded we're always obedient, When Wisdom he orders, for work we prepare, We work, sing and caper, yet think it expedient, To govern our actions by compass and square.
With love that's delighting, And friendship inviting, Our moments in innocent mirth we employ; Come see Mason's felicity, Working and singing with hearts full of joy.
When harmony and love unite, To me how pleasing is the sight, My soul's elate—my heart's on fire; Who can behold, and not admire?
Come Charity thou goddess fair, Come immortal heav'nly guest, Teach to us thy virtues rare, Reside within each Mason's breast.
Cement, unite us all in love, And fit us for the realms above.
Jehosephat, the great Recorder, Chosen by great Solomon, Trace his pages there in order, See the deeds by Masons done.
When our Masters command, With my pen in my hand, With pleasure I always obey,
Recording each name, On the annals of fame, That will stand till the world doth decay.
With lofty praise rehearse, In soft poetic verse, Hail Masonry. With heart and hand unite, Let us support with might And guard our ancient Rite, That makes us free.
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