Classic Poem

Hark to the din of drums!
List to the bugles' blare!
And lo, the cross-hilt column comes, —
Was ever sight so fair!
See on the arched sky,
Hear in the murmuring wave,
How nature joins us joyously
To meet the Templar brave!
The North sends forth her legion long,
The E AST her tide compact and strong,
The W EST her best of warrior throng,
The S OUTH her Templars rare;
Was ever sight so fair?

C HRIST rules the earth to-day, —
Light of the C ROSS illumes.
His Beauseant on high display,
And stir the rolling drums!

Host of the martyred L ORD ,
Knights of the Orient Star,
O spread His name, His praise abroad, —
Was ever sight so fair?
The North sends forth her legion long,
The E AST her tide compact and strong,
The W EST her best of warrior throng,
The S OUTH her Templars rare;
Was ever sight so fair?