The Deputy-grand-master's Song

On, on, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture, And refine on the rules of old architecture: High honour to Masons the Craft daily brings, To those brothers of Princes, and fellows of Kings.

We drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the stage, Reviving the arts of Augustus' sam'd age; And Vespasian destroy'd the vast temple in vain, Since so many now rise in great George's mild reign.

The noble five orders compos'd with such art, Will amaze the fixt eye, and engage the whole heart; Proportion's sweet harmony gracing the whole, Gives our work, like the glorious creation, a soul.

Then Master and Brethren preserve your great name. This Lodge so majestic will purchase you fame, Rever'd it shall stand till all nature expire, And its glories ne'er fade till the world is on fire.

See, see, behold here what rewards all our toil, Inspires our genius and bids labour smile: To our noble Grand Master let a bumper be crown'd To all Masons a bumper, so let it go round.

Again, my lov'd brethren, again let it pass, Our antient firm union cements with the glass; And all the contention amongst Masons shall be, Who better can work, or who better agree.