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

Ye thrice happy few, Whose hearts have been true, In concord and unity sound; Let us sing and rejoice, And unite every voice, To send the gay chorus around.

Like pillars we stand, An immortal band, Cemented by power from above; Then freely let pass The generous glass, To Masonry, Friendship and Love.

The grand Architect Whose word did erect Eternity, measure and space, First laid the fair plan Whereon we began, The cement of friendship and peace.

Whose firmness of hearts Fair treasure of arts, To the eye of the vulgar unknown; Whose lustre can beam New dignity and fame, To the pulpit, the bar, and the throne.

The great David's son, Unmatch'd Solomon, As recorded in sacred page, Thro' Masonry became, The favorite of fame, The wonder and pride of his age.

Indissoluble bands, Our hearts and our hands In social benevolence bind; For true to his cause, By immortal laws, A Mason's a friend to mankind.

Let joy fly around, And peace, olive-bound Preside at our mystical rites; Whose conduct maintains, Our auspicious domains, And freedom with order unites.

Nor let the fair maid Our mysteries dread, Or think them repugnant to love; To beauty we bend, And her empire defend, Her empire deriv'd from above.

Then let us unite Sincere and upright, On the level of virtue to stand: No mortal can be So happy as we, With a brother and friend in each hand.