Classic Poem

In vanished days of want and sin
The Lone Hand was the Bulletin ,
And, far and wide throughout the land,
The Bulletin was a lone hand.
The lone hand in the days of old,
He worked alone in search of gold;
The lone hand in the days of youth,
He worked alone in search of truth;
The lone hand in the days of might,
He strikes alone to shield the right;
And countless scores in high command
Through all their lives play the lone hand.
O men and women, lined of brow!
And boys and girls who play it now!
Though cold looks freeze and hot tears scald,
Stick to the right like Archibald
And guide your future by the past —
A loving lone hand till the last.