Coalville Times | 1911-09-01 | Page 6 | D Coast

Ik-re's a tonst to every pn, ( )f evrry race, and creJiind clan, Who I I'.y liis manliood stronajid free, Dins from tlie earth, wtjts from the sea, Their treasures, I And whose arm and nid, Leaves to his fellows-lj mankind, His heritage- his worl So, liere's to the man i:o dips the gold, And here's to the marjtho makes the mold, And here's to the maijrho mints the rim, And liere's to the maij-nood luck to him, Who I'.y his strength of anj nd mind, leaves to his fellows 111 mankind, His heritage -r his wo I lere's a toast to the 1 man, too, Man's comrade i-VinA man's comrade true. Who 1 l?y her womanhood sit and sweet, Coaxed into light frorits dark retreat, Man's treasures, I That his arm and nil: Might leave his fellor -all mankind, His heritage his wri. So, here's to the m.Jvho digs the gold, Who fashions itssh; into wealth untold, With water or wine j.lled to the brim We'll drink this toaj-good luck to him Who I By his strength of nL and mind, Leaves to his fellovJ-all mankind, His hcritage-his