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

'Tis Masonry unites mankind, To gen'rous actions forms the soul; In friendly converse all conjoin'd, One spirit animates the whole.

Where'er aspiring domes arise, Where-ever sacred alters stand; Those altars blaze unto the skies, Those domes proclaim the Masons' hand.

As passions rough the soul disguise, Till science cultivates the mind; So the rude stone unshapen lies, Till by the Masons' art resin'd.

Tho still our chief concern and care Be to deserve a brother's name; Yet ever mindful of the Fair, Their kindest influence we claim.

Let wretches at our manhood rail; But they who once our order prove, Will own that we who build so well, With equal energy can love.

Sing brethren then, the Craft divine, (Best band of social joy and mirth) With choral sound, and cheerful wine, Proclaim its virtues o'er the earth.