Classic Poem

Written in Heaven
What he has given!
Placed on the records in letters of gold;
Read by the spirits,
Judges of merits —
Some day the name to us all will be told.

Meantime let silence,
Free from all violence,
Drop its mute veil o'er the face of the man;
Seek not to show it —
Strive not to know it —
Go and do likewise, ye Brothers who can.

Blest was the offering;
Voices of suffering
Hushed under sympathy noble as that;
Tear drops were trailing —
Sighs and bewailing,
And tear drops and sorrow the orphans forget.

England, our Mother,
Toward thee each Brother
Reverently turns at this noble emprise,
" This makes the cable
Holy and stable,
Binding our Lodges forever, " he cries.