11 0'Clock Toast

You have heard the tolling of eleven strokes
This is to remind you that with us the hour of eleven has a tender significance
Wherever Elks may roam what ever 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 midnight shall fall
The chimes of memory will be peeling forth their friendly message

To Our Absent Members

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