WHEN ADAM DELVED AND EVE SPAN, When Adam delved and Eve span, Wretched is the infant's lot While the peasant works-to sleep; Rioting in revelry; Be he villain, be he fool, Trampling on his slaves with scorn; When Adam delved and Eve span, TOM TACKLE. Tom Tackle was noble-was true to his word,- That, good as he was, made him all that was bad, He was paltry, and pitiful, scurvy, and mean, "Twas once on a time, when they took a galleon, Return'd from next voyage, he bemoan'd his sad case To find his dear friend shut the door in his face! "Why, d'ye wonder?" cried one, "you're served right, to be sure, "Once Tom Tackle was rich-now Tom Tackle is poor." I ben't, you see, versed in high maxims and sich, And if ever tar had a good heart, it was Tom; flip; And yet, for all this, no one Tom could endure, At last, an old shipmate, that Tom might hail land, Reef'd the sails of Tom's fortune, that shook in the wind; He gave him enough through life's ocean to steer, Be the breeze what it might, steady, thus, or no near; His pittance is daily, and yet Tom imparts What he can to his friends; and may all honest hearts, Like Tom Tackle, have what keeps the wolf from the door, Just enough to be generous-too much to be poor. LOVE'S HOLIDAY. [R. BLOOMFIELD.] Thy favourite bird is soaring still, The pathway-flowers, that bending meet, Since, then, thy smiles, my charming maid, Come, claim the triumph of the green. Here's my hand, come, come away, A promise, too, my Lucy made, And shall my heart its claim resign? Her heart and hand should both be mine. Masonic Songs. THE ENTERED APPRENTICE. [Brother MATTHEW BIRKHEAD.] Come let us prepare, We brothers that are Assembled on merry occasion; Let's drink, laugh, and sing: Our wine has a spring: Here's a health to an accepted Mason! The world is in pain Our secrets to gain, And still let them wonder and gaze on; Till they're shown the light, They'll ne'er know the right Word or sign of an accepted Mason. "Tis this, and 'tis that, Why so many great men of the nation To make themselves one Great kings, dukes, and lords Our myst'ry to put a good grace on; To hear themselves named We have on our side, And it maketh men just in their station: There's nought but what's good To be understood By a free and an accepted Mason. We're true and sincere They'll trust us on any occasion: The ladies adore Than a free and an accepted Mason. By each brother firm stand; Let's be merry, and put a bright face on: So noble a toast MASONIC ANTHEM. [Bro. J. E. CARPENTER, P.M.] God save our gracious Queen! Long live our noble Queen! God save the Queen! May peace and plenty reign God save the Queen! Oh, Lord above, who sees On Thee we call. So rule our hearts that we Faithful and loyal be. Oh! save us all. Thou, heav'n's great Architect, O'er her thine arm extend, God save the Queen! |