115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. Jamesâ€™s Lodge, Tarbolton by Robert Burns
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourÃ¨d, enlightenâ€™d few, Companions of my social joy; Thoâ€™ I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing Fortuneâ€™s sliddâ€™ry baâ€™; With melting heart, and brimful eye, Iâ€™ll mind you still, thoâ€™ far awa.
Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft, honourâ€™d with supreme command, Presided oâ€™er the sons of light: And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but Craftsmen ever saw Strong Memâ€™ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes, when far awa.
May Freedom, Harmony, and Love, Unite you in the grand Design, Beneath thâ€™ Omniscient Eye above, The glorious Architect Divine, That you may keep thâ€™ unerring line, Still rising by the plummetâ€™s law, Till Order bright completely shine, Shall be my prayâ€™r when far awa.
And you, farewell! whose merits claim Justly that highest badge to wear: Heavâ€™n bless your honourâ€™d noble name, To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here,â€” When yearly ye assemble aâ€™, One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard thatâ€™s far awa.