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Article THE MASON'S FAREWELL TO THE BY-GONE YEAR. ← Page 2 of 3 →
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The Mason's Farewell To The By-Gone Year.
In feeling ' s characters each year , Records its chequered swift career , And thus ere half its days are flown , Rears its own monumental stone . The By-gone year ! what thoughts arise To dim ivith tears the Mason ' s eyes
, AVhile trophied banners proudly wave Around our Monarch ' s storied grave , AVe read amid the escutcheoned gloom , The canopy—the sable plume—The herald ' s pomp , the crown and pall , ( Emblem that death is Lord of all , )
That Death his grasp impartial flings O ' er hutted slaves and palaced Kings . The By-gone year hath left its smile , Our care and sorrow to beguile , The loyal shout , the loud acclaim . That hymned Victoria ' s regal name , Told her accession to the skies , Dashed back our tears , repressed our sighs .
Sweet rose of England , while to thee Hearts bow in fond idolatry , AVonder not if our breasts should feel A more than subject ' s faith—a zeal To guard thee like a priceless flower AVithin old Albion ' s sea girt bower ,
To read thy name bright on the page History inscribes to future age , To hear a nation ' s grateful prayer , Reward thy mother ' s watchful care , To her proud heart the brightest gem That can adorn thy diadem .
Queen of the island brave , the free , Though Britain ' s gallant chivalry In lofty homage round thee wait . And vaunt ' tis theirs to guard thy state , Our boast is noble as their own—A Mason ' s daughter fills the throne .
Ah ! royal maiden , deign to smile ; Behold the humble sacred pile Reared by our ancient order , —where The Masons' orphan children ' s pirayer ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Mason's Farewell To The By-Gone Year.
In feeling ' s characters each year , Records its chequered swift career , And thus ere half its days are flown , Rears its own monumental stone . The By-gone year ! what thoughts arise To dim ivith tears the Mason ' s eyes
, AVhile trophied banners proudly wave Around our Monarch ' s storied grave , AVe read amid the escutcheoned gloom , The canopy—the sable plume—The herald ' s pomp , the crown and pall , ( Emblem that death is Lord of all , )
That Death his grasp impartial flings O ' er hutted slaves and palaced Kings . The By-gone year hath left its smile , Our care and sorrow to beguile , The loyal shout , the loud acclaim . That hymned Victoria ' s regal name , Told her accession to the skies , Dashed back our tears , repressed our sighs .
Sweet rose of England , while to thee Hearts bow in fond idolatry , AVonder not if our breasts should feel A more than subject ' s faith—a zeal To guard thee like a priceless flower AVithin old Albion ' s sea girt bower ,
To read thy name bright on the page History inscribes to future age , To hear a nation ' s grateful prayer , Reward thy mother ' s watchful care , To her proud heart the brightest gem That can adorn thy diadem .
Queen of the island brave , the free , Though Britain ' s gallant chivalry In lofty homage round thee wait . And vaunt ' tis theirs to guard thy state , Our boast is noble as their own—A Mason ' s daughter fills the throne .
Ah ! royal maiden , deign to smile ; Behold the humble sacred pile Reared by our ancient order , —where The Masons' orphan children ' s pirayer ,