Many have gone To rest. Time crossed their path with hopes and fears, Until a century has half been told. Today, the first in fifty years, they meet Again. What words can picture all the thoughts Which fiill the mind, when through their tears they greet, Their brave companions of those sadder days. To happy hunting grounds have taken flight Forevermore.
Fair mansions stand Where once their wigwams stood.
And all the land Is bright with beauty of the tree and vine, 'Neath which go truth and honor, hand in hand. But now a remnant of the old-time train, Through shadows to a life beyond the end Some will soon pass. All will not meet again.