Ode to Masonry

Genius of Masomy, oh hither come, Nor hover round demolish'd Eastern piles; Come Goddess, come, and with us make thy home, Grace with thy presence great Columbia's isles.

Fame spread the pinions, tell yon distant clime, Great WASHINGTON beams forth our Master Grand; Whose name immortal shall out-live old Time, The pride, the glory of Columbia's land.

See on his brow calm reason reigns secure, His sapient temples see with olive crown'd; An heart that's free from ev'ry thought impure, While ev'ry virtue doth the same surround.

His reverend head now silver'd o'er by time, With flving ensigns of proud pomp and state Is crown'd—But Masonry sublime, Within his breast proclaims him truly great.

His martial sword now rests within its sheath, Nor more in bloody war it shall engage: Immortal same has crown'd him with her wreath, And mark'd the hero on her sacred page.

Hail Royal Art, once more, how blooming fair, Nurs'd in the bosom of our Masier Grand; Henceforth shall Masons, ev'ry blessing share, While dove-ey'd peace unites the social band.

Thrice honor'd, great, mysterious Art, The pride of Kings, and garter'd sons of same, Companion to the gen'rous noble heart, Which boasts no honour, but a Mason's name.