BALLAD TO THE BROTHERHOOD
Despite the rush of commerce and distractions linked to life,
Forgetting one brief moment all the noise and ceaseless strife:
Reflection’s voice reminds me that with ebbing tide of time,
Floats away a merry epoch—hear ye not the watch bells chime?
Dear friends and faithful colleagues on this strand and o’er the sea,
I recall your proffered kindness and your courtesy to me.
Memory serves to paint a picture shewing changes in the past:
’Tis well the Reaper’s scythe is stayed until the die is cast.