Songs, Song

With harmony and flowing wine, My brethren all come with me join; To celebrate this happy day, And to our Master homage pay.

Hail! happy, happy, sacred place, Where friendship smiles on ev'ry face; And royal art! doth fill the chair, Adorned with his noble square.

Next sing, my muse, our Wardens praise, With chorus loud in tuneful lays; Oh! may these columns ne'er decay, Untill the world dissolves away.

My brethren all come join with me, To sing the praise of Masonry; The noble, faithful, and the brave, Whose arts shall live beyond the grave

Let envy hide her shameful face, Before us ancient sons of peace; Whose golden precepts still remain, Free from envy, pride or stain.