To do the bidding of the King of Kings;

Stirring men’s hearts to compass better things,

And teaching Brotherhood as that sweet source,

Which holdeth in itself all blessed springs;

And showeth how to guide its silver course,

When it shall flood the world with deep exulting force.

Mrs. Norton.

A brother’s grave oft leads the soul

Up to a brother’s joys;

Joys which ne’er yield to time’s controul,