A Mason's Daughter
A Mason’s daughter fair and young,
The pride of all the virgin throng,
Thus to her lover said,
Though, Damon, I your flame approve,
Your actions praise, your person love,
Yet still I’ll live a maid.
None shall unite my virgin one,
But one to whom the secret’s known,
Of famed free masonry,
In which the great and good combine,
To raise, with generous design,
Man to felicity.
The lodge excludes the fox and fool,
The plodding knave, and party fool,
That liberty would sell,
The nobel, faithful, and the brave,
No golden charms can ever deceive,
In slavery to dwell.
This said, he bowed, and went away,
Reply was made without delay,
Returned to her again,
The fair one granted his request,
Connubial joys their days have blest,
And may they ever remain.