THE FAREWELL. TO THE BRETHREN OF St. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON. Robert Burns Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T91548 Burns, Robert, 1759-1796. POEMS, CHIEFLY IN THE SCOTTISH DIALECT, BY ROBERT BURNS. Kilmarnock printed by John Wilson, M,DCC,LXXXVI. 1786 pp. 228-229. 240p.; 8⁰.

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THE FAREWELL . TO THE BRETHREN OF St. JAMES'S LODGE , TARBOLTON . Tune , Goodnight and joy be wi' you a' I. ADIEU ! a heart-warm , fond adieu ! Dear brothers of the mystic tye ! Ye favored , enlighten'd Few , Companions of my social joy ! Tho' I to foreign lands must hie , Pursuing Fortune's slidd'ry ba' , With melting heart , and brimful eye , I'll mind you still , tho' far awa . II . Oft have I met your social Band , And spent the chearful , festive night ; Oft , honor'd with supreme command , Presided o'er the Sons of light : And by that Hieroglyphic bright , Which none but Craftsmen ever saw ! Strong Mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes when far awa ! III . May Freedom , Harmony and Love Unite you in the grand Design , Beneath th' Omniscient Eye above , The glorious ARCHITECT Divine ! That you may keep th' unerring line , Still rising by the plummet's law , Till Order bright , completely shine , Shall be my Pray'r when far awa , IV . And YOU , farewell ! whose merits claim , Justly that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'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 .