Classic Poem

Amidst the memories of the past,
And cherished hopes sublime;
Whose glorious record shall outlast
The fading scroll of time;

We meet each other's hearts to cheer,
Sweet friendships to renew;
To serve the Faith we hold so dear,
Faith of the brave and true!

The faith, that doth the power control
Of foes without, within;
And gives the victory to the soul
O'er evil, death, and sin:

Which, to the wounded, brings relief,
And soothes the sufferer's pain;
And doth the mourner's secret grief,
With heavenly hopes, sustain.

The faith that, on the cloud of War,
Beholds the bow of Peace;
Which sees Christ's triumph from afar,
When Wrong and War shall cease.