Odes Sung in the Sublime Order of Good Samaritans
ODES
sung in the
SUBLIME ORDER OF GOOD SAMARITANS.
In Part Written, in part Selected and Changed for the Order by
GENERAL ALBERT PIKE, 33°,
Gr. Com. Sup. Council, South. Jurisd.
1877.
NO. 1
I faint, I fall; my wearied feet are bleeding;
I starve, I thirst, am hopeless and forlorn;
No generous heart my cry for help is heeding;
When will the long night end? when come the morn?
The burden of sad hearts that break,
Should rest upon our own;
The widow's want, the orphan's cry,
The hungry workman's moan.
Let us all learn what this word means
That God gave us to keep;
“Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
“And weep with them that weep.”
No. 2.
Sow thou then, with generous hand,
Help for want and pain;
Faint not for hot Summer's days,
Nor for cold Spring's rain:
Wait! till ripening Autumn brings
Sheaves of golden grain;
Bread upon the waters cast,
Comes to us again.
No. 3.
Let not our Sister walk in vain,
Life's pleasant shaded ways,
Not helping those who fainting toil,
Or count the workless days:
For “Soul that gives is Soul that lives;”
To bear another's load
Makes light one's own, makes short the way,
Makes bright the homeward road.
No. 4.
Sweet be her dreams, the fair, the young!
Grace, beauty, breathe upon her!
Music! haunt thou about her tongue!
Life! fill her path with honor!
All golden thoughts, all wealth of days,
Truth, Friendship, Love, surround her!
So may she smile till life be closed
And angel hands have crowned her.
Dirge.—No. 5.
Go and dig my grave today!
Weary of my wanderings all,
Now from earth I pass away,
For the heavenly peace doth call;
Angel voices from above
Call me to their rest and love.
Go and dig my grave today!
Homeward doth my journey tend,
And I lay my staff away,
Here where all things earthly end;
In the only painless bed
Now I lay my aching head.
No. 6.
God speaks from Paradise, and says,
“I gave the gift of life;
“Wert thou not called in many ways?
“Are earth and heaven at strife?
“I gave thee of my seed to sow,
“Hast brought my hundred-fold?”
Canst thou reply, with face a-glow,
“Dear God! here is thy gold?”
No. 7.
Sow on! the hours are fleeting fast,
The seed must drop today;
What though the time come not to reap,
Before your pass away?
What though your tears rain on the seed?
They'll stir its quiet sleep,
The green blades will more quickly rise
For every tear you weep.
No. 8.
We hear the reapers singing, who
Into God's harvest go;
Who at the gates of night, whom they
Invite, will grope below?
Sow on! and thus climb surely up
To where the light appears;
Where you shall reap in gladness what
You sow today in tears.
A Song, for the I. O. O. F., by Bro. A. B. Grosh, of Pa., modified by Albert Pike.
“ In God we trust ,” was sweetly sung
By every morning star on high;
“ In God we trust,” right gladly rung,
From sons of God in loud reply;—
When from old chaos systems rolled,
From darkness, light, in rosy youth.
And Faith wrapped in her clouds of gold,
Awoke to Friendship, Love and Truth .
“In God we trust,” the golden sun
And silver moon yet seem to say;
And all the stars that round them burn,
Repeat the anthem night and day;
And all our earth, from hill and vale,
From all that live and breathe and move,
Where footsteps fall, where flows a sail,
Responds with “Friendship, Truth and Love!”
“In God we trust,” the Builders said,
And deep in earth they sunk the wall;
In Hope the corner-stone is laid,
Now raise the proud and lofty Hall.
May no sad accident befall,
No loss of life or loss of limb,
But may we meet here, one and all,
To sing the dedication hymn.
Here may we, with Fidelity ,
Our sacred covenant fulfill;
Here may Remembrance perfect be,
And Truth inspire our bosoms still.
May Hospitality here reign,
With Toleration, Trust and Love ;
And Faith each earnest soul sustain,
Until we reach Thy Tent above.
“In Thee we trust,” and thus to Thee ,
We offer all, for all is Thine ;
That Thy good stewards we may be,
On earth, in word and work divine.
When Brothers want, when Death lays low,
When orphans cry in helpless youth;
When widows weep in cheerless woe,
Fill us with “ Friendship, Love and Truth! ”
sung in the
SUBLIME ORDER OF GOOD SAMARITANS.
In Part Written, in part Selected and Changed for the Order by
GENERAL ALBERT PIKE, 33°,
Gr. Com. Sup. Council, South. Jurisd.
1877.
NO. 1
I faint, I fall; my wearied feet are bleeding;
I starve, I thirst, am hopeless and forlorn;
No generous heart my cry for help is heeding;
When will the long night end? when come the morn?
The burden of sad hearts that break,
Should rest upon our own;
The widow's want, the orphan's cry,
The hungry workman's moan.
Let us all learn what this word means
That God gave us to keep;
“Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
“And weep with them that weep.”
No. 2.
Sow thou then, with generous hand,
Help for want and pain;
Faint not for hot Summer's days,
Nor for cold Spring's rain:
Wait! till ripening Autumn brings
Sheaves of golden grain;
Bread upon the waters cast,
Comes to us again.
No. 3.
Let not our Sister walk in vain,
Life's pleasant shaded ways,
Not helping those who fainting toil,
Or count the workless days:
For “Soul that gives is Soul that lives;”
To bear another's load
Makes light one's own, makes short the way,
Makes bright the homeward road.
No. 4.
Sweet be her dreams, the fair, the young!
Grace, beauty, breathe upon her!
Music! haunt thou about her tongue!
Life! fill her path with honor!
All golden thoughts, all wealth of days,
Truth, Friendship, Love, surround her!
So may she smile till life be closed
And angel hands have crowned her.
Dirge.—No. 5.
Go and dig my grave today!
Weary of my wanderings all,
Now from earth I pass away,
For the heavenly peace doth call;
Angel voices from above
Call me to their rest and love.
Go and dig my grave today!
Homeward doth my journey tend,
And I lay my staff away,
Here where all things earthly end;
In the only painless bed
Now I lay my aching head.
No. 6.
God speaks from Paradise, and says,
“I gave the gift of life;
“Wert thou not called in many ways?
“Are earth and heaven at strife?
“I gave thee of my seed to sow,
“Hast brought my hundred-fold?”
Canst thou reply, with face a-glow,
“Dear God! here is thy gold?”
No. 7.
Sow on! the hours are fleeting fast,
The seed must drop today;
What though the time come not to reap,
Before your pass away?
What though your tears rain on the seed?
They'll stir its quiet sleep,
The green blades will more quickly rise
For every tear you weep.
No. 8.
We hear the reapers singing, who
Into God's harvest go;
Who at the gates of night, whom they
Invite, will grope below?
Sow on! and thus climb surely up
To where the light appears;
Where you shall reap in gladness what
You sow today in tears.
A Song, for the I. O. O. F., by Bro. A. B. Grosh, of Pa., modified by Albert Pike.
“ In God we trust ,” was sweetly sung
By every morning star on high;
“ In God we trust,” right gladly rung,
From sons of God in loud reply;—
When from old chaos systems rolled,
From darkness, light, in rosy youth.
And Faith wrapped in her clouds of gold,
Awoke to Friendship, Love and Truth .
“In God we trust,” the golden sun
And silver moon yet seem to say;
And all the stars that round them burn,
Repeat the anthem night and day;
And all our earth, from hill and vale,
From all that live and breathe and move,
Where footsteps fall, where flows a sail,
Responds with “Friendship, Truth and Love!”
“In God we trust,” the Builders said,
And deep in earth they sunk the wall;
In Hope the corner-stone is laid,
Now raise the proud and lofty Hall.
May no sad accident befall,
No loss of life or loss of limb,
But may we meet here, one and all,
To sing the dedication hymn.
Here may we, with Fidelity ,
Our sacred covenant fulfill;
Here may Remembrance perfect be,
And Truth inspire our bosoms still.
May Hospitality here reign,
With Toleration, Trust and Love ;
And Faith each earnest soul sustain,
Until we reach Thy Tent above.
“In Thee we trust,” and thus to Thee ,
We offer all, for all is Thine ;
That Thy good stewards we may be,
On earth, in word and work divine.
When Brothers want, when Death lays low,
When orphans cry in helpless youth;
When widows weep in cheerless woe,
Fill us with “ Friendship, Love and Truth! ”
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