Setting a Memorial
By Rob Morris
We'll set a green sprig here to-night,
To rescue, from the days to come,
Each bright and joyous memory
That henceforth gilds this festive room
And should occasion e'er require
A token, to recall the place,
These Leaves will bring to clearest view,
The cheerful thought and sunny face.
We'll set a green and deathless sprig
Each leaf a Brother's Name shall have
And fragrant will th' acacia bloom
When one has left us for the grave
When one in Temple labor fails,
And golden bowl is broken quite,
How grateful to the sense will be
The green sprig that we set to-night!
We'll set the sprig with every hand,
Come round, and plant the deathless tree!
There is not one in all this band
But what is marked by destiny
Death comes to all how well to know
There is a life beyond this scene,
Whose deathless limit may be read,
O, Brothers, in this sacred green!
We'll set the green sprig deep in love
We'll water it with sympathy
We'll give it fond and faithful care,
Nor shall a single leaflet die
And when the last of this true band,
Death's mighty puissance shall attest,
May those who follow after say,
Faithful and true, how sweet they rest.
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