Songs, Song

'Tis Masonry unites mankind, To generous actions forms the soul; So strict in union we're combin'd, One spirit animates the whole.

Then let mankind our deeds approve, Since union, harmony, and love Shall waft us to the realms above.

Where'er aspiring domes arise, Wherever sacred altars stand, Those altars blaze up to the skies, Those domes proclaim the Mason's hand. The stone unshap'd as lumber lies, Till Mason's Art its form refines; So passions do our souls disguise, Till social virtue calms our minds.

Let wretches at our manhood rail; But those who once our judgement prove, Will own, that we who built so well, With equal energy can love.

Though still our chief concern and care Be to deserve a Brother's name; For ever mindful of the fair, Their choicest favours still we claim

From us pale discord long has fied, With all her train of mortal spite; Nor in our Lodge dares shew her head, Sunk in the gloom of endless night.

My Brethern charge your glasses high, To our Grand Master's noble Name: Our shouts shall beat the vaulted sky, And every tongue his praise proclaim.