| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Come, let us prepare |
30-31 |
7 |
| Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine! |
37-38 |
6 |
| Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
55-56 |
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| Wake the lute and quiv'ring strings |
56-57 |
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| Grant us, knid Heaven, what we request |
57 |
4 |
| By Mason's art th' aspiring dome |
58 |
2 |
| Arise, and blow thy trumpet, Fame |
58-59 |
4 |
| When earth's foundation first was laid |
59 |
5 |
| Genius of Masonry descend |
59-60 |
5 |
| Let Masonry from pole to pole |
61 |
2 |
| Let drunkards boast the pow'r of wine |
61-62 |
7 |
| One night as Ned crept into bed |
62-63 |
10 |
| Let Mason's fame resound |
63-64 |
5 |
| What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung |
64-65 |
|
| Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng |
65-66 |
|
| In high mysterious jubilee |
66-67 |
|
| Thus mighty Eastern kings, and some |
67 |
1 |
| Whene'er we are alone |
67-71 |
13 |