Chapter 457 of 1414 · 53 words · ~1 min read

IV.

And you farewell! whose merits claim, Justly, 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 assemble a', One round--I ask it with a tear,-- To him, the Bard that's far awa'.

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