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The Asylum For The Worthy Aged And Decayed Freemason.
Miss Hawes and the vocal Gentlemen present . The words of which follow : — THE THREE- TASKS . THOUGH , Brothers , we have built our shrine , ( l ) And rear'd the Altar ' s Cubic Stone , Graved on its front , the Mystic Sign Known to our ancient Craft alone : Not yet our crowning work begun , The Mason ' s labour is not done .
Though Charity hath found a pile , ( 2 ) AVhere breathes her Orphan Children ' s prayer , AVhose grateful hearts , whose happy smile , Reward our deeds , ancl bless our care : Not yet our crowning work begun , The Mason ' s labour is not clone .
When we have reared a home for those ( 3 ) AATio of their plenty freely gave . Whom Poverty , at life ' s late close . Hath left no shelter—but the grave : Then may we boast a race well run—Then will our crowning work be done .
BROTHER GEORGE BENNETT , of Covent Garden Theatre , then delivered , in a most impressive manner , the following Address , written also for the occasion , by Brother John F . Smith . HAIL CHARITY I thy seraph form had birth When the glad angels hymn'd the young born earth;—Soother of every care—best gift of Heaven—Friend of mankind—to thee the task was iven
g , To dry tbe tear in misery ' s streaming eye , To pour the balm of human sympathy , To rear a shelter for the wanderer ' s head , And moist with mercy ' s dew , his crust of bread ; Temper misfortune ' s storm ivith pitying care , And chase from sorrow ' s couch its sad despair . Could fear appall thee—slavery in vain
Might strive to break her soul-corroding chain ; But at thy voice , calm'd are the captive ' s fears , And iron fetters melt beneath thy tears . Thy spirit glow'd in Howard ' s gentle breast , The dungeon ' s gloom his presence oft confess'd ; Led by thy hand he trod earth's vale of grief , Siveet mercy ' s pilgrim , herald of relief ;
" Binding the bruised reed , " his course he ran Through life , alike the friend and guide of man . Shall Masons wander from thc path he trod ?—Neglect the sacrifice most dear to Gocl ?
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The Asylum For The Worthy Aged And Decayed Freemason.
Miss Hawes and the vocal Gentlemen present . The words of which follow : — THE THREE- TASKS . THOUGH , Brothers , we have built our shrine , ( l ) And rear'd the Altar ' s Cubic Stone , Graved on its front , the Mystic Sign Known to our ancient Craft alone : Not yet our crowning work begun , The Mason ' s labour is not done .
Though Charity hath found a pile , ( 2 ) AVhere breathes her Orphan Children ' s prayer , AVhose grateful hearts , whose happy smile , Reward our deeds , ancl bless our care : Not yet our crowning work begun , The Mason ' s labour is not clone .
When we have reared a home for those ( 3 ) AATio of their plenty freely gave . Whom Poverty , at life ' s late close . Hath left no shelter—but the grave : Then may we boast a race well run—Then will our crowning work be done .
BROTHER GEORGE BENNETT , of Covent Garden Theatre , then delivered , in a most impressive manner , the following Address , written also for the occasion , by Brother John F . Smith . HAIL CHARITY I thy seraph form had birth When the glad angels hymn'd the young born earth;—Soother of every care—best gift of Heaven—Friend of mankind—to thee the task was iven
g , To dry tbe tear in misery ' s streaming eye , To pour the balm of human sympathy , To rear a shelter for the wanderer ' s head , And moist with mercy ' s dew , his crust of bread ; Temper misfortune ' s storm ivith pitying care , And chase from sorrow ' s couch its sad despair . Could fear appall thee—slavery in vain
Might strive to break her soul-corroding chain ; But at thy voice , calm'd are the captive ' s fears , And iron fetters melt beneath thy tears . Thy spirit glow'd in Howard ' s gentle breast , The dungeon ' s gloom his presence oft confess'd ; Led by thy hand he trod earth's vale of grief , Siveet mercy ' s pilgrim , herald of relief ;
" Binding the bruised reed , " his course he ran Through life , alike the friend and guide of man . Shall Masons wander from thc path he trod ?—Neglect the sacrifice most dear to Gocl ?