By Mary M. Patterson

Wake minstrel, song, and lyre Touch with promethean fire Our altar Our altar-light Sweet anniversary g Gladly we bring for thee Offerings both pure and free This natal night

Welcome our temperance band Here where the heart and hand Each gave a part Templars ne'er toil in vain Repaping the harvest p [?] Unclear or illegible lain Gathering Truth's golden grain Into the heart

Brother, our Temple's dome Pointing to wisdom's throne Is hHope and fFaith Sisters Corrected: Sister's sweet Charity [?] Unclear or illegible  Veils her fair form in thee [?] Unclear or illegible  To these we all agree Our pledges saith

Have we our armor bright Are we all here tonight Happy and blest One present heart is drear Some sick away from here Thou who canst wipe the tearRev 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Give to them rest Give them sweet rest Give to them rest