Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Fellow-Crafts Song

By Brother Cales Delafate, Esq.


HAIL Masonry! thou Craft divine! 
Glory of Earth, from Heav’n reveal’d; 
Which dost with Jewels precious shine, 
From all but Masons Eyes conceal’d.


Thy Praises due who can rehearse 
In nervous Prose, or flowing Verse?


As Men from Brutes distinguish’d are, 
A Mason other Men excels;
For what’s in Knowledge choice and rare 
But in his Breast securely dwells?


His silent Breast and faithful Heart 
Preserve the Secrets of the Art.


From scorching Heat, and piercing Cold; 
From Beasts, whose Roar the Forest rends; 
From the Assaults of Warriours bold 
The Masons Art Mankind defends.


Be to this Art due Honour paid, 
From which Mankind receives such Aid.


Ensigns of State, that feed our Pride, 
Distinctions troublesome, and vain! 
By Masons true are laid aside: 
Art’s free-born Sons such Toys disdain;


Ennobled by the Name they bear, 
Distinguished by the Badge they wear.


Sweet Fellowship, from Envy free: 
Friendly Converse of Brotherhood; 
The Lodge’s lasting Cement be! 
Which has for Ages firmly stood.


A Lodge, then built, for Ages past 
Has lasted, and will ever last.


Then in our Songs be Justice done
To those who have enrich’d the Art, 
From Jabal down to Burlington, 
And let each Brother bear a Part.


Let noble Masons Healths go round; 
Their Praise in lofty Lodge resound.

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