The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1912-01-13
EULOGY & SERMON
Delivered by DIR. j. r.. White
and Rev. III. r. Jones at
he Memorial Services of Gopher Lodge
No. los, l. B. p. o. E. w. at St. James A..
n p. Church, St. Paul, Sunday Evening
December 81, 1911.

, and we will now say God bless oul
present Exalted Ruler, L. B. Greer.
This lodge is rich in history of glori
Gus deeds. 1t has extended it's benevo
lent arm to the sick and distressed
and stands ready to hear the cry of its
members. 1t does not forget those
who have passed into the eternal be-
yond. 1t has a smile and a warm
clasp of the hand for all, and is trying
to eXemplify the true principles oil
brotherly love.
Friends, if you have no time in your
busy life to stop and drink at the
brook of human affections, to look
deep within the eyes of true friend:
ship, to sympathize, to comfort
to taste the strange, sweet, bitter
cup of common fellowship, unless
you can, you will never be a true
Elk. Nothing but forlorn hope, as it
extends over the sandy wastes upon
either side of the avenue of life with
out the sheltering shade of a single
tree. No encouragement no smile, no
hearty hand clasp, no sympathetic
feeling, and no brotherly love.
EX-President Roosevelt, in one of has
famous addresses before a convention
OF fraternal order, in the city of
Washington, just before he left for his
tour of the African continent, said:
IF the combined powers of the old
world were pitted together to ATTEMPT
the destruction of our free American
institutions, the fraternal orders of the
United States alone would preserve it
intact
Yesterdays flowers will never
bloom again. That spoken word can
never be recalled. Brother Elks,
plant your standard upon the sun
kissed heights of success. Let no op-
posing thought intervene to mar your
victory. The past is behind, the fu-
ture is ahead, with it's changing events,
but you must live in confidence and
hope, because
Life soon slips away.
NO pressure may prevent it's flow,
No art or skill we mortals know;
Out of the silence, 10, the years,
Arise and go like smiles and tears.
Let us smile and be happy in the
principles of brotherly love- Then
Sing us a song, sweet singer,
Let it be REST, Sweet Rest" today,
That in our minds there shall linger,
Pictures from far, far away.
Play the Elks a hymn, musician,
Thy hymn of the ages to be;
All the earth is seeking a position,
Mankind's soul to free.
Preach us thy sermon, preacher,
But live what thou dost say;
If a man is a fallen creature,
Christ can save him today.
Paint it with your master mind,
Soul af1ame, and life blood, too;
Give us masterpiece, most grand,
That these Elks may understand
you.
Build us temple, O, Elks,
OF architecture grand,
Where love, and truth, and duty,
AS it's solid pillars stand.
The brotherhood of Elks" is a gift of
God;
Members, be true, be pure, be meek,
every one;
Your bodies are material, shall rest
beneath the sod,
Then your soul will live forever, and
dwell with God and Son.
Exemplify in your daily lives broth
erly love with it's lasting principles,
which creates union, which creates
unity, which creates power, which Gre
ates blessings, which creates happi-
ness, which creates love, and rounds
out our lives in it's fullness, and brings
us face to face with the realization of
God.
The old year is dying,
So hearts that are aching
No longer need sigh;
All Elks will join me in saying,
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Tomorrow is new year,
Coming our way,
TO help us to reach Life's ambition,
We halt, dear Elks, and say,
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Rev. Jones' Sermon.
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