The Jubilee Year of the Supreme Council of Sovereign Grand Inspectors-general of the Thirty-third and Last Degree of the Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry for the Northern Masonic Jurisdiction of the United States of America, 2

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˹ 472 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
˹ 330 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
˹ 398 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
˹ 333 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
˹ 21 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
˹ 201 - They do me wrong who say I come no more, When once I knock and fail to find you in, For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.
˹ 155 - Your flag and my flag! And, oh, how much it holds Your land and my land Secure within its folds ! Your heart and my heart Beat quicker at the sight; Sun-kissed and wind-tossed Red and blue and white. The one flag the great flag the flag for me and you Glorified all else beside the red and white and blue ! Your flag and my flag!
˹ 505 - I would be true, for there are those who trust me ; I would be pure, for there are those who care ; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer ; I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
˹ 393 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
˹ 201 - Master of human destinies am I ; Fame, Love and Fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk. I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate; If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate...

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