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

Curiosity labours and longs for to know, Why Masons are children of fame, What makes them respected wherever they go, Give me leave and the cause I'll explain.

A Mason's unaw'd by the sound of a name, He harbours no hate in his breast; What superiors may do he pretends not to blame As he hopes they intend for the best.

He's upright and just, to his country he's true, Likewise to his friend and his lass, Sincerity bids him give merit its due, Thus happy his moments doth pass.

No office he flatters, compounds with no cheat, But always takes honesty's part, Belov'd and esteem'd by the good and the great, And Charity dwells in his heart.

From his store with a gen'rous hand he bestows, His mite to the indigent pool; Compassion invites him wherever he goes. When misery groans at the door.

The widow and orphan oppressed with grief, When hunger and want on them wait, His heart sympathizing, he sends them relief; Humanity stands at his gate.

Yes, this is the man who the good doth revere, Tho' envy may aim to disgrace. Undaunted he smiles, having nothing to fear, While Innocence beams on his face.

What makes him belov'd is his merit you see, But this to the base is unknown; In the eye of a Mason, the mote they can see, But discern not the beam in their own.