Classic Poem

At last — all things come round at last;
Long years and strange events have past,
And some are dead we hoped to greet,
Since first these friends proposed to meet.
Blow, stormy winds, your utmost blast,
For here kind Fraters meet, at last!

Tyled closely from the world without, —
Inspired by faith unmixed with doubt, —
We bare our hearts to friendship's eye,
And every mortal care defy.
Drop, murky clouds, the sky o'ercast,
For here good Fraters meet, at last!

With glowing precepts old and dear; —
With songs to move fraternal tear, —
And story quaint, and witty flow,
Our night shall sweetly, swiftly go:
Roar, angry stream, thou volume vast,
For here brave Templars meet, at last!

And when the parting prayer is given,
Which scales the inner walls of Heaven, —
When silent hand-grasps speak the grace
No language ever can express,
We'll hope, though happy night be past,
Within the veil to meet, at last!