IN NORTHEAST
District No. 2880

The Elks 11 O'Clock Toast

You have heard the tolling of eleven strokes,
This is to impress upon you, that with us,
The hour of eleven has a tender significance.
Wherever Elks 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 roll-call of those who will come no more.
Living, or dead,
Elks are 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 midight shall fall,
The Chimes of Memory
Will be peeling forth the friendly message,
"To our Absent Members."


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