Classic Poem

One is your Master, C HRIST , the Lord,
And we are Brethren, true and strong,
Sincere in heart, exact in word,
Abhorring vice and wrong.
Sir Knights, flash out the Cross-hilt Sword!
One is your Master, C HRIST , the Lord.

One word inspires the valiant Knight, —
It is the cruel G OLGOTHA ;
One star leads on with steady light,
The bright, the Orient star.
Sir Knights, flash out the Cross-hilt Sword!
One is vour Master, C HRIST , the Lord.

Where lines of Knightly legends flow,
From Bethlehem to Olivet,
There do our warrior-longings go,
There is our Master yet.
Sir Knights, flash out the Cross-hilt Sword!
One is your Master, C HRIST , the Lord.

And when is won this earthly strife,
Laid by the Spear , assumed the C ROWN ,
We trust to share that peaceful life
Which our G REAT C APTAIN won.
Sir Knights, flash out the Cross-hilt Sword!
One is your Master, C HRIST , the Lord.