Your name is the Wheel of Progress — a pleasant name indeed,
Move on in line of progress, for that is what we need,
The things that lead to progress are what we do and say and mean,
We can have a world of progress if we use this term and theme.

Now to the Wheel of Progress so cultured and refined,
With noble thought and action, with able brain and mind,
Women of different callings and teachers of different schools,
We feel to acknowledge you our leaders as a rule.

Much depends on you for the future and the coming generations at lodge,
Your teachings and grand example, though sometimes it may seem hard,
Will bring laurels to crown your efforts
When you go home to meet our Lord.

And we appreciate you; yes, more than tongue can tell.
With Mrs. Jones as president we know you will do well,
With your various departments — charity, literary and art —
We expect at the next Federation to hear from you a grand report.

I have a sweet recollection of the first poem I ever wrote,
Was read by Miss Hetty Taylor, that inspired me to be a poet,
And of course your club I will always love for its loyalty to me;
That proves that you believe in progress, so that encouraged me.

May long live the Wheel of Progress, and in history may her name be found,
When her members' toils are ended and their labors have been crowned,
I hope she will leave a record that will live and last;
So sweet will be the memory when looking back over the last.

Let us build a monument in something that will live when we are gone,
That may year after year grow brighter, that time will not crumble down,
That coming generations may look on it with pride,
Then you will prove a blessing as club women true and tried.

But may the gem that we make be lasting and grow as the days roll on,
And glitter instead of tarnish until it becomes as bright as the sun,
And coming generations will prosper from your well trained hands
And honor the Wheel of Progress all over this broad land.