There were many with me were glad, Brother,
When we read your latest thought,
And to one another we said, Brother,
Tis an omen of good import!
For the battle of law has begun, Brother,
The strife for the "good old way,"
And we need just such an one, Brother,
As we know you of old to be!
Yes, one of the daring type, Brother,
Such men as they had of yore,
With a head that in age is ripe, Brother,
And a heart that is brimming o'er;
To know what a LANDMARK is, Brother-
In love to be warm and true-
Oh, how have we longed for these, Brother,
And tis these we shall find in you!
In the day when your sands are spent, Brother,
And the Craft shall your history tell,
Theyll say, as their grief has vent, Brother,
He has done his labor well!
For you know we have Archives, Brother,
And a column rent in twain,
And a Name that still greenly lives, Brother,
Though the dust hath its dust again!
And these theyll give to you, Brother,
As the guerdon of your meed;
For the love that is warm and true, Brother,
For the heart and for the head;
For the battle of law has begun, Brother,
The strife for "the good old way,"
And we need just such an one, Brother,
As we know you of old to be!