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

Once I was blind, and could not see, And all was dark around, But Providence provided me, And soon a friend I found; Through hidden paths my friend me led, Such ones as bab'lers ne'er shall tread.

He took all stumbling blocks away, That I might walk secure, And brought me long e'er break of day, To Sol's bright temple door, Where we both admittance found, By help of magic spell and sound.

The curber of my rash attempt Did then my breast alarm, And hinted I was not exempt, Nor free from double harm; Which put a stop to rising pride, And made me trust more to my guide.

With sober pace I then was led, And brought to Sol's bright throne; Where I was oblig'd to stop, Till I myself made known; With hideous noise I round was brought, For to obtain that which I sought.

In humble posture and due form, I listen'd with good will; Instead of mighty noise and storm, All then was calm and still. Such charming sounds I then did hear. As quite dispeli'd all doubts and fear.

The guardian of this mystic charm, In shining jewels drest, Said that I need to fear no harm, If faithful was my breast; For though to rogues he was severe, No harm an honest man need fear.

Bright wisdom from his awful throne, Bid darkness to with draw; No sooner said than it was done, And then—great things I saw; But what they were—I now wont tell, They safely in my breast shall dwell.

Then round and round me he did tie, And antient, noble charm, Which future darkness will desy, And ward off cowan's harm; With instruments in number three, To learn the art GEOMETRY.