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Come , sing to me of love—a theme Fit for a fairy voice like thine It is—if but a fleeting dream , The while it lasts at least divine . Pity that time should ever wake
The young heart from so fair a vision , Or time the rosy fetters break That hold it in that gentle prison . But why that sigh ? Ah hot for me , I ivould not give thy bosom pain .
Friendship our only theme shall he ; Then strike thy lute and smile again . Thou shalt not sing of love to me , Its spell—its power—alike are o ' er , What else thou ivill ' t the strain may be .
But sing of love or home no more . J . F . S . Rome , February 25 th .
Genius Of Freemasonry.
GENIUS OF FREEMASONRY .
WHAT art thou mystic unassuming maid ? From what bright orb did ' st thou descend , Who gives to sorrows child the ready aid , And numerous tribes in common union blend . I've seen thee speed in charity's good work ,
Whate ' er the race , whate'er the sect ; Thou deem ' st none , Christian , Israelite , or Turk , The o-ood from all thou for thine own select . Enough , of thee I know whate ' er thou art , To silence sworn , I slig ht the slanderous jest ,
Thou hast the good of all mankind at heart , Of Heaven-horn maids , I own I love thee best . Bath Journal .
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Come , sing to me of love—a theme Fit for a fairy voice like thine It is—if but a fleeting dream , The while it lasts at least divine . Pity that time should ever wake
The young heart from so fair a vision , Or time the rosy fetters break That hold it in that gentle prison . But why that sigh ? Ah hot for me , I ivould not give thy bosom pain .
Friendship our only theme shall he ; Then strike thy lute and smile again . Thou shalt not sing of love to me , Its spell—its power—alike are o ' er , What else thou ivill ' t the strain may be .
But sing of love or home no more . J . F . S . Rome , February 25 th .
Genius Of Freemasonry.
GENIUS OF FREEMASONRY .
WHAT art thou mystic unassuming maid ? From what bright orb did ' st thou descend , Who gives to sorrows child the ready aid , And numerous tribes in common union blend . I've seen thee speed in charity's good work ,
Whate ' er the race , whate'er the sect ; Thou deem ' st none , Christian , Israelite , or Turk , The o-ood from all thou for thine own select . Enough , of thee I know whate ' er thou art , To silence sworn , I slig ht the slanderous jest ,
Thou hast the good of all mankind at heart , Of Heaven-horn maids , I own I love thee best . Bath Journal .