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| ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; | |
| Dear brothers of the mystic tie! | |
| Ye favourèd, enlighten’d few, | |
| Companions of my social joy; | |
| Tho’ I to foreign lands must hie, | 5 |
| Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’; | |
| With melting heart, and brimful eye, | |
| I’ll mind you still, tho’ far awa. | |
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| Oft have I met your social band, | |
| And spent the cheerful, festive night; | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| Those happy scenes, when far awa. | |
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| May Freedom, Harmony, and Love, | |
| Unite you in the grand Design, | |
| Beneath th’ Omniscient Eye above, | |
| The glorious Architect Divine, | 20 |
| 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. | |
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| And you, farewell! whose merits claim | 25 |
| 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’, | 30 |
| One round, I ask it with a tear, | |
| To him, the Bard that’s far awa. | |
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