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Scotland.
The Spring op'd with its fairest flowers . Ami Summer wove her garland gay , And sunshine o ' er this world of ours Chased all of wintry gloom away ! When forth wc walked on that proud day To raise a temple to the name Of him , * whose high chivalrous lay . Has given our Land a second fame !
A Brother , —from our band he vose—Masonic honours give ! To Scotia ' s Minstrel sweet repose—His name will ever live
!—On that proud day , him wc deplore , In wealth , in health , and honours high . Stood foremost in that friendly corps , — The Brothers of the Mystic tie ! But soon the winds of Autumn came , And Winter with its dark'ning gloom , And now when buds , Spring-wreaths proclaim ,, We mourn our Brother in the tomb !
BOAV down the knee—hang IOAV the head—A Master fallen !—a Brother dead !—The light that lightens Masonry Hath lost , ' mong us , a living ray And her handmaiden Charity , Mourns one from out her ranks away . The Candlestick , out of its place Has been removed , and now Our Priestess sits with sorroAving face , And sadness on her brow ! The fine gold it is changed and
dim—The Master honours sleep with him ! Our Temple where high Songs were Sung And banners bright display'd—With Cypress and with Willow hung , Is now in gloom array'd ! Awake the chorus , swell the strain , The living for tho dead-complain ! Weep ye whom poverty makes wee ]) He was your friend who now does sleep .
Who can his errors understand?—Frail man by passion driven , Ye seek for truth !—alas ! the land Where truth is found , is heaven !—Be humble then—for soon Lo all Dcatli shuts the scene and spreads the pall ! A lovely world is at your feet , Though ofttimes clouded round with woe I
Then Pilgrims , when ye Pilgrims meet , A kindly word to all bcstoAV : And Brothers!—Would ye wisdom know ? 'Tis C HARITY ! With will to dare , —and power to show That mind is free !—The way we tread , Iie't rough or plain , We ne ' er retrace nor tread again !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Scotland.
The Spring op'd with its fairest flowers . Ami Summer wove her garland gay , And sunshine o ' er this world of ours Chased all of wintry gloom away ! When forth wc walked on that proud day To raise a temple to the name Of him , * whose high chivalrous lay . Has given our Land a second fame !
A Brother , —from our band he vose—Masonic honours give ! To Scotia ' s Minstrel sweet repose—His name will ever live
!—On that proud day , him wc deplore , In wealth , in health , and honours high . Stood foremost in that friendly corps , — The Brothers of the Mystic tie ! But soon the winds of Autumn came , And Winter with its dark'ning gloom , And now when buds , Spring-wreaths proclaim ,, We mourn our Brother in the tomb !
BOAV down the knee—hang IOAV the head—A Master fallen !—a Brother dead !—The light that lightens Masonry Hath lost , ' mong us , a living ray And her handmaiden Charity , Mourns one from out her ranks away . The Candlestick , out of its place Has been removed , and now Our Priestess sits with sorroAving face , And sadness on her brow ! The fine gold it is changed and
dim—The Master honours sleep with him ! Our Temple where high Songs were Sung And banners bright display'd—With Cypress and with Willow hung , Is now in gloom array'd ! Awake the chorus , swell the strain , The living for tho dead-complain ! Weep ye whom poverty makes wee ]) He was your friend who now does sleep .
Who can his errors understand?—Frail man by passion driven , Ye seek for truth !—alas ! the land Where truth is found , is heaven !—Be humble then—for soon Lo all Dcatli shuts the scene and spreads the pall ! A lovely world is at your feet , Though ofttimes clouded round with woe I
Then Pilgrims , when ye Pilgrims meet , A kindly word to all bcstoAV : And Brothers!—Would ye wisdom know ? 'Tis C HARITY ! With will to dare , —and power to show That mind is free !—The way we tread , Iie't rough or plain , We ne ' er retrace nor tread again !