| Lyrics: | Farewell
(Robert Burns)
Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu;
Dear Brothers of
the Mystic Tye!
Ye favoured, ye enlighten'd few,
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 Sons of Light;
And by that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but
Craftsmen ever saw!
Strong Mem'ry on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far
awa'.
May Freedom, Harmony, and Love,
Unite you in the Grand Design,
Beneath
th' Omniscient Eye above-
The glorious Architect Divine,
That you may keep th' Unerring
Line,
Still rising by the Plummet's Law,
Till Order bright completely shine,
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: Goodnight and joy
be with you a' (115)
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