Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
The maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in mine ear,
We part to meet no more!
But the last throb that leaves my heart,
While death ftands victor by,
That throb, Eliza, is thy part,
And thine that latest figh!
TO THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES's LODGE,
Tune,-Goodnight, and joy be wi' you a'.
ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu !
Dear brothers of the myftic tye!
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd Few,
Companions of my focial joy!
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune's flidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you ftill, tho' far awa',
Oft have I met your focial Band,
And spent the chearful, feftive night;
Oft, honour'd with fupreme command,
Prefided o'er the Sons of light;
And by that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever faw! Strong Mem'ry on my heart fhall write
Those happy scenes when far awa'.
May Freedom, Harmony, and Love,
Unite you in the grand defign,
Beneath th' Omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect Divine !
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still rifing by the plummet's law,
Till Order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa’,
And You farewell! whofe merits claim,
Juftly, 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 affemble a',
One round, I afk it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Tune,-Prepare, my dear brethren, to the ta
No Churchman am I for to rail and to
No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight, No fly Man of Bufinefs contriving a fnare,
For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my
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