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Funeral Dirge,
The widow ' s sigh—the orphan ' s tear , Who now will soothe , or wipe away ? Or lowly merit who will cheer , By pointing Fame ' s proud upward way ? The good man ' s friend—the poor man ' s stay
Hath fallen , as leaves that withered fall ! 'Tis dust to dust , and clay to clay!—The Prince ' s lot—the lot of all !
Mourn him—high Star of Mystic Light—The good , the generous , and the free !—That Star , alas ! now set in night . No more shall rise o ' er Masonry ! Bow down the head—bend low the
knee—In all your tents let there be mourning For him , embarked on that dark sea—The bourne from whence there ' s no returning !
The tree shall give its wonted fruit , The flowers shall blossom on the lea ; The groves , so long by winter mute , Shall waken yet with melody ! The ice-bound streams shall yet be free ,
The tiny hark shall reach the shore ; But He—the Light of Masonry ! Returns to us—to earth , no more ! Bend low the knee—bow down the head—A Master fallen !—a Brother dead !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Funeral Dirge,
The widow ' s sigh—the orphan ' s tear , Who now will soothe , or wipe away ? Or lowly merit who will cheer , By pointing Fame ' s proud upward way ? The good man ' s friend—the poor man ' s stay
Hath fallen , as leaves that withered fall ! 'Tis dust to dust , and clay to clay!—The Prince ' s lot—the lot of all !
Mourn him—high Star of Mystic Light—The good , the generous , and the free !—That Star , alas ! now set in night . No more shall rise o ' er Masonry ! Bow down the head—bend low the
knee—In all your tents let there be mourning For him , embarked on that dark sea—The bourne from whence there ' s no returning !
The tree shall give its wonted fruit , The flowers shall blossom on the lea ; The groves , so long by winter mute , Shall waken yet with melody ! The ice-bound streams shall yet be free ,
The tiny hark shall reach the shore ; But He—the Light of Masonry ! Returns to us—to earth , no more ! Bend low the knee—bow down the head—A Master fallen !—a Brother dead !