Songs, Song

When Heaven design'd that man should know All that was good and great below; This was the happy, choice decree, The blessings of Free-masonry.

Hence peace and friendship deign to smile, Instructive rules the hours beguile: In social joy and harmony Are spent the hours of Masonry.

To beauty's shrine they homage pay, Its power they know, and own its sway; And this their toast will always be, Success to love and Masonry.

Of modern learning, ancient lore, Masons possess an ample store; At faction spurn, but loyalty Congenial is with Masonry.

When taste and genius both combine, To shape the stone or draw the line; In fair proportion just and free, All own the power of Masonry.

Whate'er in sculptur'd skill we prize, Or domes are rear'd, or structures rise; Such wonders ne'er mankind could see, But from the help of Masonry.

An edifice we're proud to own. Of wood not made, nor yet of stone; Whose angles, squares, and symetry, Are emblems of Free-masonry.

It's founded on a brother's love, Relief and truth its pillars prove; Its corner stone is Charity; The building's then Free-masonry.

By nature rear'd, improv'd by Art, The mansion view, a Mason's heart, Which ne'er was equall'd, all agree, When modell'd by Free-masonry.