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FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST.
Tune,' Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!'
Dear brothers of the mysic tye !
Companions of my social joy! Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune's slidd'ry ba', With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.
Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft, honour'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the song of light : And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw! Strong memory on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes when far awa'.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath the omniscient eye above,
The glorious architect divine !
Still rising by the plummets law,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa'.
And you farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear! Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Tune, ' Prepare, my dear brethren, to the Tavern let's fly.'
II. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the peasant, tho' ever so low; But a 'club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care,
Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse ;
V. I once was persuaded a venture to make; A letter inform’d me that all was to wreck ;But the pursy old landlord just waddled up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
VI. * Life's cares they are comforts,'*.
-a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black
gown : And faith I agree with the old prig to a hair ; For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n of care.
A Stanza added in a Mason Lodge. Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, And honours masonic prepare for to throw; May every true brother of the compass and square Have a big-belly'd bottle when harass’d with care.
* Young's Night Thoughts. Vol. XXXVIII. X
Tuou whom chance may hither lead,
Life is but a day at most,
As youth and love with sprightly dance, Beneath thy morning star advance, Pleasure with her siren air May delude the thoughtless pair ; Let prudence bless enjoyment's cup, Then raptur'd sip, and sip it up.
As thy day grows warm and high, Life's meridian Alaming nigh, Dost thou spurn the humble vale ? Life's proud summits wouldst thou scale ? Check thy climbing step, elate, Evils lurk in felon wait: Dangers, eagle-pinioned, bold, Soar around each cliffy hold,
While cheerful peace, with linnet song,
As the shades of ev’ning close,
Thus resign'd and quiet, creep
Stranger, go! Heav'n be thy guide!