Hail! Masonry divine Glory of ages shine, Long may’st thou hold; Where’er thy lodges stand May they have great command, And always grace the land: Thou Art divine. Great fabrics still arise, And touch the azure skies, Great are thy schemes; Thy noble orders are Matchless beyond compare, No art with thee can share, Thou art divine. Hiram, the architect, Did all the craft direct How they should build; Solomon, great Israel’s King, Did mighty blessings bring, And left us room to sing, Hail! Royal Art. From _The Universal Songster_. ―――― GOD SAVE THE RIGHTS OF MAN. God save the Rights of Man, Give him a heart to scan Blessings so dear: Let them be spread around, Where ever man is found, And with the welcome sound Ravish his ear. See, from the universe, Darkness and clouds disperse; Mankind awake; Reason and Truth appear, Freedom advances near, Monarchs with terror hear; See how they quake! O’er the Germanic Powers Loud indignation showers, Ready to fall. Let the rude savage host, In their long numbers boast, Freedom’s Almighty trust, Laughs at them all. Let us with Spain agree, And bid the world be free, Leading the way: Let tyrants all conspire, Fearless of sword and fire, Freedom shall ne’er retire, Freedom shall sway. Fame let thy trumpet sound, Tell all the world around, Tell each degree; Tell ribbons, crowns, and stars, Kings, traitors, troops, and wars, Holy Leagues, plots, and jars, Spaniards are free. God save the Rights of Man, Give him a heart to scan Blessings so dear: Let them be spread around, Wherever man is found, And with the welcome sound Ravish his ear. From _The Wreath of Freedom, or Patriot’s Song Book_. (J. Marshall, Newcastle. 1820.) ―――― SAVE YOURSELVES.