English poem
A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG XIV
Hail Masonry divine, Glory of ages shine, Long may'st thou hold; Where'er thy Lodges stand, May they have great command, And always grace the land, Thou Art divine.
Great fabrics still arise, And touch the azure skies, Great are thy schemes; Thy noble orders are Matchless beyond compare, No art with thee can mare Thou Art divine.
Hiram, the Architect, Did all the Craft direct, How they should build; SOLOMON, great Israel's King, Did mighty blessings bring, And lest us room to sing, Hail! ROYAL ART.
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