The warrior and the banner fell, And dyed were they in blood No more the Saxon’s sang their shout: “God’s rood! aye, holy rood!”
Drifting down the tide we go? Nay! we hoist the sail; Speeding fast and faster still With the blowing gale.
Come sign the pledge and get on board And leave behind your woe, For the sky is bright, and the gale is right, As like the wind we go.
We sail between the shores of green, On the waters shining breast; Oh! sign the pledge and the ribbon don And forever you’ll find rest;
Sweet rest upon our temperance ship And leave behind your woe; For the sky is bright and the gale is right, As like the wind we go.
There is a Hall of Memory Within a happy land; The walls are high and marble clear With wealth on every hand.
The railings on the stairway Are made of purest gold; The marble steps below them Are hard and stern and cold.
I love the Hall of Memory-- I love to linger there; Sweet visions coming evermore,-- Its pictures bright and fair.
Its walls are decked with pictures Made by a Masters hand; The marble figures far and near Alive they seem to stand.
But there is one fair picture I love to gaze upon; It is the picture of a time That is forever gone.
There is a Hall of Memory, Its walls are stern and high; The treasures it contains for me No wealth can ever buy.
The cold moon-light is shining clear; The tall trees shadows throw, And all is spectral far and near As far as eye can go.
A peaceful calm rests o’er the scene, The clouds no longer fly. The busy world is hushed and still-- Its cares have passed us by.
But when to-morrow’s light has come, Then comes the care and pain-- The strife and warfare of our lives Is rushing on again.
But still the white clouds fleck the sky, And Peace is reigning on; But soon the beauty of the night Will fade and fast be gone.
Far in the west is the sunset land Where flows a mighty river; It flows right o’er the crimson clouds And it follows the sun forever.
The stars come chasing through the sky,-- They chase and they twinkle and play, And they love the clouds of the sunset land That soon will be far away.
And the twilight jealous and sombre and sad Comes down with his robes of gray, And he chases the light of the sunset land Far from the west away.