Unveiling tributes . om, is his home, wherepearls and gold are strewn with lavish hand and where the colorsof the rainbow never fade. To keep his memory fresh before us, this Order placed a monu- 86 UNVEILING TRIBUTES ment above him, which today has been most fittingly snows will fall and many seasons pass away before this stonewill crumble. But Time is king of all destruction. The sands dug out to makethis grave may be, themselves, the ruins of gilded vaults and hangingarches erected in the long ago. The mummy, sinking into dust, isblown away, the column falls from its pedestal,
Unveiling tributes . om, is his home, wherepearls and gold are strewn with lavish hand and where the colorsof the rainbow never fade. To keep his memory fresh before us, this Order placed a monu- 86 UNVEILING TRIBUTES ment above him, which today has been most fittingly snows will fall and many seasons pass away before this stonewill crumble. But Time is king of all destruction. The sands dug out to makethis grave may be, themselves, the ruins of gilded vaults and hangingarches erected in the long ago. The mummy, sinking into dust, isblown away, the column falls from its pedestal, but Woodmen mon-uments will stand as long as any of the works of man. This monument is a record to the passer-by. It tells a tale,though mute and motionless. It writes on historys page a letterto the sons of men. In years to come, it will have lingered as thesteadfast rock, a vestige, unimpaired. Therefore, our friend, farewell! With reverence we place achaplet of magnolias on this mound. A TRIBUTE TO TWO SOVEREIGNS. These Sovereigns were loyal members oftheir Camp — were honest, generous men —were all that noble men should be. From the ever-shifting throngs, one by one we each must pass;from the ever-surging masses, day by day a face is missed, avoice is stilled; hour by hour new souls are freed to hear thedivine chords sounding their celestial symphonies. As if by magic, earthly things spring into existence; they maketheir impress on the things surrounding; they leave their influencefor better or for worse, and go away and are forgotten. How final, how sudden is the change! The morning dawns, butwhen the evening shadows deepen into darkness, the day is shot rings out, the hills resound with interchanging echoes, butsoon the noises die. The thunder roars, the vales reverberate thenoisy conflicts—tis over in a moment. The lightning flashes, themirrored waters radiate its form, but now how quickly gone! Thestorm bursts forth, the terror-stricken beast retreats, b
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