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Page |
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| Oh, think on my fate! once I Freedom enjoy'd |
3 |
3 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records, unfold |
4-5 |
4 |
| Hail, lovely maid!---hail, power divine! |
5-6 |
7 |
| Hail, great Republic of the world! |
6-7 |
6 |
| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
8-10 |
21 |
| Song, a song is the cry of mankind, A |
11 |
6 |
| Hail, ever-memorable day! |
12-13 |
6 |
| No peerage we covet, no sceptres desire |
13-14 |
11 |
| In a chariot of light, from the regions of day |
15 |
4 |
| Hail, America! hail! unrivall'd in fame |
16-17 |
5 |
| Ye sons of France awake to glory |
17-18 |
4 |
| Let the poets of England write odes on their King |
19 |
4 |
| As Colinet and Phebe sat |
19-21 |
10 |
| Genius of France from his, star begem'd throne, The |
21-22 |
5 |
| Here's Murtough O'Blaney, just come from the wars |
23-24 |
5 |
| Since the Eagle of Freedom is rous'd from her nest |
24-25 |
5 |
| To Heaven's empyreal height |
25-26 |
6 |
| While war's crimson carnage is drenching the plains |
27-29 |
13 |
| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise |
29-31 |
6 |
| Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools |
31-33 |
9 |
| When America first, at Heaven's command |
33-35 |
8 |
| When our fathers came o'er |
35-37 |
10 |
| Adieu, a heart fond warm adieu |
37-38 |
5 |
| All clouds now dissolve; from the east beams the day |
38--40 |
4 |
| Behold a cloud break and Urania descends |
40-41 |
5 |
| Mason's life's the life for me, A |
41-43 |
4 |
| I sing of Mason's glory |
43-44 |
3 |
| Behold yon dome uprear'd on high |
44-45 |
3 |
| When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes |
45-46 |
8 |
| Ye delicate fair maids, with leave I maintain |
46-47 |
8 |
| Ye true sons of Freedom attend to my song |
48 |
6 |
| Bacchus open all thy treasure |
49 |
5 |
| Curiosity labors and longs for to know |
50-51 |
8 |
| Assist, my muse, thine influence bring |
51-52 |
8 |
| Ere God the universe began |
53 |
6 |
| Conven'd we're met my jovial souls |
54-55 |
7 |
| Arise and sound thy trumpet Fame |
55-56 |
5 |
| Before I became a Free Mason |
56-57 |
6 |
| When quite a young spark |
58-59 |
7 |
| Hail, Masonry! thou Craft divine |
59-60 |
6 |
| Hail, myterious glorious science! |
60 |
1 |
| In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote |
61-65 |
14 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The |
65-66 |
4 |
| Faint and wearily the way worn traveller |
66 |
2 |
| No more I'll court the town-bred fair |
66-67 |
5 |
| Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The |
67-69 |
5 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
69 |
3 |
| In the world's crooked path, where I've been |
70 |
3 |
| When first I slipt my leading strings---to please my little Poll |
70-71 |
4 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The |
71-72 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too |
72 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town |
73 |
3 |
| Bright Phebus has mounted the chariot of day |
74 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
74-75 |
4 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring |
76-77 |
5 |
| In a mouldring cave, where the wretched retreat [sic] |
77-78 |
4 |
| Sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, The |
78-79 |
4 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A |
79 |
2 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
79-80 |
4 |