ΤΟ JAMES MONTGOMERY, OF SHEFFIELD, ENGLAND. MONTGOMERY seeks a hallowed lyre, When blessed Religion fans the flame. The minstrel quits each lighter theme, In life's drear path, sojourning long, Sweet was the hour, when o'er his path Do worldly friends withdraw their love? MONTGOMERY, though the shades of even MASONIC ODE. SUNG AT THE DEDICATION OF THE GRAND LODGE OF PENNSYLVANIA, PHILADELPHIA, NOVEMBER 1, 1820. "STRIKE the cymbal, Swell the note of grateful love; Heaven rejoices, Lend your voices, Praise the ARCHITECT above. God of glory! The song of vict'ry, Cherubs singing, Glad are bringing Offerings to JEHOVAH's shrine. Lo, in grandeur, Bedecked in splendour, See the Temple proudly rises! Where, red gleaming, Spread the midnight terror round.* Art combining, Grace entwining, CHARITY the corner stone: Discord never Can dissever Fabrics reared on God alone. FAITH and HOPE our chosen stay, Praise, praise the Architect, O praise, * Alluding to the conflagration of the Masonic Hall, 1819. MASSACHUSETTS SCENERY. THY son, O New England, though wandering afar From the scenes that affection once lit with a smile, Still recals the gay vision when childhood's young star Could lead to enjoyment, and sorrow beguile. And memory yet rambles o'er life's reckless dawn, When hope smiled so lovely and earth seemed so true, When thought, fond deceiver, bade welcome the morn That imparted to bliss its cerulean hue. Then careless, to linger in Love's native bowers, Where Spring, Pleasure's handmaid, rejoiced o'er the scene, Or when sober Autumn succeeded the flowers, Where BROOKLINE, half hid in the woodland appears, I roamed when this heart beat to pleasure and love. |