The widow's tear, the orphan's cry,
All wants our ready hands supply,

As far as power is given;
The naked clothe, the pris'ner free,
These are thy works, sweet Charity ::

Reveal'd to us from Heaven.
Chorus. In choral numbers masons join,

To bless and praise this light divine.

The bright eye of beauty may beam
With a light like the meteor glare;
But her victim may wake from his dream,
And bope may be chang’d to despair.

Like the rainbow, which shines from the cloud,
Her allurements awhile may deceive;
Till joy is enwrapp'd in a shroud,
And the mourner is left but to grieve.

MASONIC SONGS.

But Friendship has charms, which endure,
Its birth was in regions above;
'Tis a passion, like heaven, most pure,
For it sprang from the fountain of love.

Then let not the heart be depress'd
If one treat its fondness with scorn;
It may find in a Brother's warm breast
The rose that conceals not a thorn.

MASONIC ODE.

EMPIRES and kings have pass'd away,

Into oblivion's mine;
And tow'ring domes have felt decay,

Since auld lang syne.

But Masonry, the glorious art,

With wisdom's ray divine;
'Twas ever so, the Hebrew cries,

In auld lang syne.

Behold the occidental chair

Proclaims the day's decline-
Hiram of Tyre was seated there,

lo auld lang syne.

EPILOGUE.

AS lately, brethren, from the Lodge I came,
Warm'd with our royal order's purest flame;
Absorb'd in thought ;-before my ravish'd eyes,
I saw the Genius, Masonry, arise :
A curious hieroglyphic robe he wore,
And in his hand the sacred volume bore :
On one side was divine Astræa plac'd,
And soft-eyed Charity the other grac'd ;
Humanity, the gen'ral friend was there,
And Pity, droing the nathetic tear;
There too was order; there, with rosy mien,
Blithe Temp'rance shone, and white roj a Truth was seen.
There, with a key suspended to his breast,
Silence appear’d;

hrstips his finger prest:
With these, soft warbling an instructive song,
Sweet Music, gaily smiling, tripp'd along.
Wild laughter, clam'rous noise, and mirth ill bred,
The brood of folly, at his preserce fled.
The Genius spoke,—" My son, observe my train,
Which, of my order diff'rent parts explain.
Look up-behold the bright ASTRÆA there,
She will direct thee how to use the Square.
Pity will bid thee grieve, with those who grieve,
Whilst CHARITY will prompt thee to relieve ;
Will prompt thee every comfort to bestow,
And draw the arrow from the breast of woe;
HUMANITY will lead to honour's goal,
Give the large thought, and form the gen'rous soul.
Will bid thee thy fraternal love expand,
To virtue of all faiths,-and ev'ry land
ORDER will kindly teach her laws of peace,
Whicha, discord stop, and social joys increase ;