Classic Poem

Flaunting our Banners on the breeze,
Flashing the mystic steel above.
The Knights of Golgotha are these,
And linked in holy links of love.

Stained with the dust of many a clime,
Weary and travel-worn we are,
But see how gleams the Cross sublime!
In C HRIST we make the Holy War.

Ah, who can speak our warrior bliss,
Bound in a blood-cemented chain!
Our life has had no scene like this,
And few will see the like again.

Hands, in a mighty union grasp, —
Voice, take the courteous Knightly tone, —
Let hearts in love of C HRIST enclasp,
For soon this happy time is gone!

T HOU , who on cruel cross tree died,
T HOU , who from rocky tomb arose,
O be in life the Templar's G UIDE ,
In death his crown and sweet R EPOSE !
The links of love, the links of love,
The Knights of Golgotha are these,
Linked in the holy links of love.