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Hail, Brothers!
HAIL , BROTHERS !
Opening Ode for the Fifty-Ninth Anniversary of Masons in Vigo County July 12 , 1878 .
BY THOMAS B . LONG . AIR — "Sail to the Chief . " HATE , brothers , hail ! Though the years are advancing , Time has no changes for us in his flight ,
These , like the stars in the constant sky glancing , Pass into centuries glowing and bright . BROTHERLY LOTH prevails , Kindly EEHEF avails , While over all is the sunlight of TBTJTH ; On life's broad sea our sails Swell with propitious gales , Bearing us on in perennial youth .
What though by thousands our years may be numbered , What though some brothers grow grey in our cause ,-Even though death with his sleep has encumbered Loved ones and lost by immutable laws , Youth fills each vacant place , Time , with its chast ' ning grace , Softens the grief and the sorrow we feel ; . While still through time and space , Marching "with endless pace , Sweep our grand truths in humanity's weal .
AVhen oer the land the wild war notes are pealing , AYhen . on the fields lay the dying and slain , There comes our brotherhood , rescuing , healing , Binding the wounds and allaying the pain . 'Mid the loud cannon ' s roar , Crashing from shore to shore
, In the sharp hail sweeping over the field , Kind hands the faint restore , Sad hearts the dead deplore , And over all cast humanity ' s shield .
When the fierce elements strike without warning , Ocean and fire and the demon of storm , Filling the land with lament and with mourning , Silencing hearts once so noble and warm , There , ere the strife be stayed , Comes our consoling aid ,
Hard by the tempest , the wreck and the flames , Leaving no act delayed ; Go , debt of love unpaid , Toiling in Mercy ' s and Charity's names , 17
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Hail, Brothers!
HAIL , BROTHERS !
Opening Ode for the Fifty-Ninth Anniversary of Masons in Vigo County July 12 , 1878 .
BY THOMAS B . LONG . AIR — "Sail to the Chief . " HATE , brothers , hail ! Though the years are advancing , Time has no changes for us in his flight ,
These , like the stars in the constant sky glancing , Pass into centuries glowing and bright . BROTHERLY LOTH prevails , Kindly EEHEF avails , While over all is the sunlight of TBTJTH ; On life's broad sea our sails Swell with propitious gales , Bearing us on in perennial youth .
What though by thousands our years may be numbered , What though some brothers grow grey in our cause ,-Even though death with his sleep has encumbered Loved ones and lost by immutable laws , Youth fills each vacant place , Time , with its chast ' ning grace , Softens the grief and the sorrow we feel ; . While still through time and space , Marching "with endless pace , Sweep our grand truths in humanity's weal .
AVhen oer the land the wild war notes are pealing , AYhen . on the fields lay the dying and slain , There comes our brotherhood , rescuing , healing , Binding the wounds and allaying the pain . 'Mid the loud cannon ' s roar , Crashing from shore to shore
, In the sharp hail sweeping over the field , Kind hands the faint restore , Sad hearts the dead deplore , And over all cast humanity ' s shield .
When the fierce elements strike without warning , Ocean and fire and the demon of storm , Filling the land with lament and with mourning , Silencing hearts once so noble and warm , There , ere the strife be stayed , Comes our consoling aid ,
Hard by the tempest , the wreck and the flames , Leaving no act delayed ; Go , debt of love unpaid , Toiling in Mercy ' s and Charity's names , 17