Classic Poem

Sir Knights, well done! the high award is given.
Yon open book assures you of His praise!
It is not far from grateful heart to Heaven, —
Almost we see Him by faith's earnest gaze;
Sir Knights, well done! in golden letters see, —
" Ye did it unto them and unto M E ! "

It is but little any man can do,
So insignificant is human power,
But as on earthly pilgrimage we go,
There are occasions, every day and hour,
When sorrow's voice is heard, and be our care
To do as J ESUS would were J ESUS there!

The Widow's tears are His , for J ESUS wept;
The imperiled Knight is His , — leap forth, ye blade!
The broken heart is His , — while others slept
How, in Gethsemane, H E wept and prayed!
Sir Knights, H E left this sin-struck world to us,
To teach its comfort and remove its curse.

Leap forth, good Swords! stand. Templars, on your feet!
In serried ranks bear one another up!
B Y THIS SIGN CONQUER , — it is full, complete, —
You need no other faith, no other hope;
And when from dying hands the sword shall fall,
Fear not, the M ASTER will redeem us all!