ODES AND SONGS.

MASONICK ODE.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Massachusetts Lodge, on the visitation of the Grand Lodge, 1796.

SWEET

WEET Minstrel, who to mortal ears

Canst tell the Art, which guides the spheres.

Blest Masonry, all hail !

With Nature's birth thy laws began,

To rule on earth fraternal man,

And still in Heaven prevail.

O'er Matter's modes thy mystick sway
Can fashion Chaos' devious way,

To Order's lucid maze;

Can rear the cloud-assaulting tower,

And bid the worm, that breathes its hour,

Its humble palace raise.

From nascent life to Being's pride,
The surest boon thy laws provide
When wayward fate beguiles:
The tears, thou shed'st for human woe,
In falling shine, like Iris' bow,

And beam an arch of smiles.

Come, priest of Science, truth arrayed, And with thee bring each tuneful maid,

Thou lov'st on Shinar's plain; Revive Creation's primal plan, Subdue this wilderness of man, Bid social Virtue reign!

ODE.

Written for, and sung at the Anniversary of the Sons of the Pilgrims, December 22, 1800.

Tune.-"PRESIDENT'S MARCH."

SAINTED shades! who dared to brave,

In Freedom's ark, the pathless wave,
Where, scarcely kenned by lynx-eyed fame,
No traveller but the Comet came,

And driven by Tempest's ravening blast,
Were wrecked upon our wilds at last;
How rose your faith, when through the storm

Smiled Liberty's celestial form,

Her lyre to strains of seraphs strung,

And thus the sacred pæan sung:

CHORUS.

Sons of Glory, patriot band,
Welcome to my chosen land!
To your children leave it free,
Or a desert let it be.

Round the consecrated rock,
Convened the patriarchal flock,

And there, while every lifted hand

Affirmed the charter of the land,

The storm was hushed, and round the zone

Of Heaven, the mystick meteor shone,

Which, like the rainbow, seen of yore,
Proclaimed that Slavery's flood was o'er,
That pilgrim man, so long oppressed,
Had found his promised place of rest.
Sons of Glory, &c.

Festive honours crown the day, With garlands green and votive lay,. From whose auspicious dawn we trace The birth-right of our favoured race, Which shall descend from sire to son, While seasons roll, and rivers run; Till Faction's cankerous tooth devour of fatuate man each virtuous power; Till dark intrigue our empire guides, And patriot worth no more presides! Sons of Glory, &c.

Heirs of pilgrims, now renew
The oath your fathers swore for you,
When first around the social board,
Enriched from Nature's frugal hoard,
The ardent vow to Heaven they breathed,
To shield the rights their Sires bequeathed!
Manes of Carver! Standish! hear!

To love the soil, you gave, we swear;
And midst the storms of state be true

To God, our country, and to you.

Sons of Glory, &c.

SONG.

THE GREEN MOUNTAIN FARMER.

Written in 1798, on Washington's accepting the command of the United States army.

Green Mountains' echo Heaven's decree !

Live Adams, Law and Liberty.

With love and plenty, peace and health,

Enriched by honest labour,

He cheers the friend of humbler wealth,

Nor courts his prouder neighbour.

At eve, returning home, he meets,
His nut-brown lass, so loving,
And still his constant strain repeats,

Through groves and meadows roving.