You have heard the tolling of Eleven Strokes;This is to remind you that with us the hour of 11:00 has a tender significance. Wherever an Elk may roam, whatever their lot in life may be,When this hour falls upon the dial of night, the great heart of Elkdom swells and throbs,It is the golden hour of recollection, the homecoming of those who wander, the mystic role call of those who will come no more,Living or dead, an Elk is never forgotten, never forsaken, Morning and noon may pass them by, the light of day sink heedlessly in the West, but ere' the shadows of midnight shall fall, the chimes of memory will be pealing forth the friendly message: