The Original Jolly Corks Toast

Now is the hour when Elkdom's tower

is darkened by the shroud of night,

And father time on his silver chime

Tolls off each moment's flight.

In Cloistered halls each Elk recalls

His Brothers where'er they be,

And traces their faces to well-known places

In the annals of memory.

Whether they stand on a foreign land

Or lie in an earthen bed,

Whether they be on the boundless sea

With the breakers of death ahead.

Whate'er their plight on this eerie night

Whate'er their fate may be

Where ever they are be it near or far

They are thinking of you and me.

So drink from the fountain of fellowship

To the Brother who clasped your hand

And wrote your worth in the rock of earth

And your faults upon the sand.

TO OUR ABSENT BROTHERS