Middleboro Lodge #1274 Elks Care, Elks Share
The Original Jolly Corks Toast
Now is the hour when Elkdom's tower is darkened by the shroud of night,
And father time on his silver chime, Tolls off each moment's flight.
In Cloistered halls each Elk recalls His Brothers where'er they be, And
traces their faces to well-
Whether they stand on a foreign land Or lie in an earthen bed, Whether
they be on the boundless sea, With the breakers of death ahead.
Whate'er their plight on this eerie night, Whate'er their fate may be
Where ever they are be it near or far, They are thinking of you and me.
So drink from the fountain of fellowship To the Brother who clasped your hand And wrote your worth in the rock of earth. And your faults upon the sand.
TO OUR ABSENT BROTHERS