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The Level

By Rob Morris

We love to hear the Gavel, to see the silver Square,
But the moral of the Level is best beyond compare,
Is best beyond compare for it guides us to the West,
Where the shades of evening cover the islands of the blest.

When the weary day has parted and starry lights appear,
We miss the faithful-hearted, the brother-forms so dear,
The brother-forms so dear, of all the world the best,
But the Level points their mansions in the islands of the blest.

And we again shall meet them within the sunset band,
And face to face shall greet them, the Unforgotten Band,
The Unforgotten Band, whose emblem is the best,
The Level, for it points us to the islands of the blest.
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