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GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI' YE.
WITH NEW VERSES WRITTEN
BY JOANNA BA1LLIE.
FIRST UNITED WITH THE All! IN 1825.
Xhe sun is sunk, the day is done,
E'en stars are setting- one by one ;
Nor torch nor taper longer may
Eke out the pleasures of the day ;
And since, in social glee's despite,
It needs must be, — Good night, good night !
And since, &c.
The bride into her bower is sent,
And ribald rhyme and jesting spent :
The lover's whisper'd words and few
Have bade the bashful maid adieu :
The dancing-floor is silent quite,
No foot bounds there, — Good night, good night !
The dancing-floor, &c.
The lady in her curtain'd bed,
The herdsman in his wattled shed,
The clansmen in the heather'd hall,
Sweet sleep be with you, one and all !
We part in hope of days as bright
As this now gone, — Good night, good night !
We part, &c.
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all ;
And if upon its .stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all, — Good night, good night !
To warm, &c.
BURNS'S FAREWELL
TO THE
BRETHREN OP ST JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON,
AT THE TIME WHEN HE HAD RESOLVED ON GOING TO THE WEST INDIES.
THE SAME AIR.
Adieu I a heart warm fond adieu !
Dear brothers of the mystic tie !
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy !
Though I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune's slidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, though far awa.
Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night ;
Oft, honour'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.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath the 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.
And you, farewell ! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear I
Heaven 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.