The MASON's FAREWELL

Adieu, a heart, fond, warm, adieu Ye brothers of a mystic tie, Ye favor'd and enlight'ned few, Companions of my social joy. Tho' I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing fortune's slip'ry ball, With melting heart and brineful eye, I'll mind you still when far AWA.

Oft have I met your social band, To spend a cheerful, festive night; Oft honor'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light, And by that hyeroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever know, Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes, when far AWA.

May freedom, harmony, and love, Cement you in the grand design; Beneath the Omniscient Eye above, The glorious Architect divine. That you may keep the unerring rule, Still guided by the plummet's law, Till order bright completely shine, Shall be my pray'r when far AWA.

And you farewell, whose merits claim Justly that highest badge to wear; May heaven bless your noble name, To Masonry and Scotia dear. A last request permit me here, When yearly you assemble a'w, One round, I ask it with a tear, To him the friend that's far AWA.

And you kind-hearted sisters fair, I sing farewell to all your charms, Th' impression of your pleasing air, With rapture oft my bosom warms. Alas! the social winter's night No more returns while breath we draw, Till sisters, brothers, all unite In that GRAND LODGE that's far AWA.