Dedicatory Ode From the book: The Protégé By William Bausman, John J. Murphy When the Cycles first begun, Marked by courses of the sun, Time and Space, of instant birth, Occupied and ruled the earth; Then the destinies of man Were interwoven with the plan. Tyrants flourished, kings arose; Nations armed themselves as foes; Freedom shrieked and wept in vain, O'er her heroes crushed and slain; Still the crimson tide flowed on, Whether foe or ally won; Still the desecrating flood Flows in streams of human blood. Is there no arresting hand Stretching out o'er all the land? No Samaritan abroad, Clothed with attributes from God? No elixir, sweet and pure, Malady like this to cure? No encircling chain to bind, One in heart and one in mind, Every nation, every tongue From a common parent sprung? "Yes!" an angels voice proclaims: Here behold the golden chains; Numbering exactly three-- Emblems of Fraternity! One for Friendship; such as truth Kindles in the heart of youth; One for Love; so closely knit, That passion may not sever it. One for truth; which binds the whole With a single thought and soul: Three in one, and one in three-- A unit and a trinity!" Bondsmen we, of boastful hight, Mingling in a secret right; Fettered with a mystic tie; Watched by the All-Seeing Eye; Interchanging social thought, By true fellowship begot. All our aims, and all our ends, Whether to our foes or friends, Are to elevate the mind, War on vice of every kind; Soothe the pillow of distress, Educate the fatherless; Win a title-deed to be Worthy this Fraternity. | |||
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Man has written such beautiful words filled with love & hope. However, in the end the reality of who we really are conquers all other emotions.
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