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The widow's tear, the orphan's cry,
As far as power is given;
Reveal'd to us from Heaven.
To bless and praise this light divine.
The bright eye of beauty may beam
Like the rainbow, which shines from the cloud,
But Friendship has charms, which endure,
Then let not the heart be depress'd
EMPIRES and kings have pass'd away,
Into oblivion's mine;
Since auld lang syne.
But Masonry, the glorious art,
With wisdom's ray divine;
In auld lang syne.
Behold the occidental chair
Proclaims the day's decline-
lo auld lang syne.
AS lately, brethren, from the Lodge I came,
hrstips his finger prest: