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THE PERFECT-MASTER'S REFRAIN.
Our Ancient Brethren, whelmed in grief,
Lamented their departed Chief,
Let us his pupils long revere
A name to Masonry so dear.
Just Hiram Abif,
Just Hiram Abif.
In mystic rites our Lodge displays
Its sorrows and its fadeless praise.
Long may the sweet acacia bloom
And garlands fresh adorn the tomb
Of Hiram Abif,
Of Hiram Abif.
Look East, look West, its splendors fail,
The lesser lights grow dim and pale,
The glory once reflected there
Now dawns upon a higher sphere.
Blest Hiram Abif,
Blest Hiram Abif.
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