The Treasurer's Song

Grant me kind heaven, what I request. In Masonry let me be blest; Direct me to that happy place, Where friendship smiles in ev'ry face, Where freedom and sweet innocence Enlarge the mind, and cheer the sense.

Where scepter'd reason from her throne, Surveys the Lodge, and makes us one; And harmonv's delightful sway Forever theds ambrosial day, Where we blest Eden's pleasures taste, While balmy joys are our repast

No prying eye can view us here, No fool or knave disturb our cheer; Our well-form'd laws set mankind free, And give relief to misery; The poor, oppress'd with woe and gries. Gain from our bounteous hands relief

Our Lodge the social virtues grace, And wisdom's rules we sondly trace: While nature open to our view, Points out the paths we should pursue. Let us subsist in lasting peace, And may our happiness increase.