Classic Poem

Be ours to-night to sing,
Be ours to-night to laugh,
And in these cups, no drunken bowls,
The loving toast to quaff;
We consecrate this odorous wine
And drink to Love and Auld Lang Syne.

Now raise the generous flood,
And drink to those who've gone;
Beyond the grave, beyond the sky,
They seem to beckon on;
With tears of friendship we attest,
And drink the Memory of the Blest .

Now drink to sober age,
To men in life's decline:
To eyes bedimmed and wrinkled front,
The oldest, purest wine.
O brethren, give the loving toast
To Age and Worth and honest Frost.

Now drink the fond farewell , —
Now drink the come again;
But not in song, and not in speech,
We make this last refrain; —
With vision raised to God above
In silence drink — Freemasons' love!