Marshfield Hall __

Here let the wisdom they have gained For memory like a faithful scribe, By practice, word or pen, Keeps writing all the while Be given forth without reserve Our thoughts and words and actions down To aid their brethren. And keeping them on file. For, in these days of go-ahead, Then let us all who in this hall The farmer, great or small, May meet for council wise Who does not work with hand and heart Speak good and true and noble thoughts Will get a sudden fall. Since memory never dies. But tho’ we may dislike the thought, Then whilst eternal ages roll It is none the less true We one and all shall find The day will come when Marshfield Hall The hours spent in Marshfield Hall Will disappear from view. Have left no sting behind. Touched by the wasting hand of time, By William Irving Thompson

Those beams will yet decay, The rain and hail descending 0ft, Will wear those walls away.

But times’destroying hand can ne’er From memory erase The thoughts that once within the mind Have found a lodging place.

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