Sister, by many acts endeared, As Daughters of a Cause revered Which held our sires in strongest band— This cup we offer to your hand. Sweeter than garlands on its rim, Glowing like wine within its brim, The sentiments from every soul Shall make of it a flowing bowl. Flowing and full it comes to you, Flowing with love which years renew, Love of the Cause which made sublime The conflicts of our fathers' time; And may this Cause of human kind Our hearts as theirs, forever bind. |