Odes, Ode

Urania, hail! to thee we sing, And all with pleasure own the lay; Which from thy sacred fountain spring, To clad the free born sons of day; O still attend our meetings here, With peace serene, and joy sincere.

True joys unruffled, calm repose, In friendship's sacred band behold, The happy recompence of those Who laws and liberty uphold; Who scorn all base unmanly views, From vice refrain, and virtue choose.

May each Free Mason good and true, In Britain's isle be ever found; And in remotest regions too, May love and harmony abound; And all confess true Wisdom's power, Till Time and Masons are no more.