Loyalty

They live In the halls of the héroes- Tho world's ValhaJla frray- True knights, who ia jtrm-ai:d Dattl Flung the scubbard of lif ffft ty . Followiug a single watchw.ord, Dying and undisniayed, For the red rose oí the Lancaster Or tho Staart's wliite cookade. Oh, clear as the blart iar ringing From the tips oí Koland's horn, That word and its passionate meaning On the breath oí the past is borne! Wnat though the cause were worthless, Though the faith rang false when tried? Wlth as godliko self surrender They fought on the erring side. Borne down in the tide oí battle They died, and are conquerors still, By Culloden or Roncesvalles, By Cressy or Malvern Hill! "Where the foroee of Ufe aro meeting, Strong souls likc warriors, stand On the bide of their Lord's Anointod, Still ready, sword in hand. For the white ideal oí honor, The crown of their manhood's pride, For the rose of a love unsullied, Intothe Bglit tüey ridc. Strong in a faith vmsh:i!ien, Loyal as those of old, They lift over storm and struggie Their oriñamme's white fold. Thoy raise up hands of pover, They strike whcre wrong defles, For a dreain, a. trust, a symbol, In a rapture of sacriflee. Their shield still flings its shelter The weary and weak above- For the loyal arm gives justice, And the loyal heart gives love!