THE MAYOR'S RING
Reading edition
I hold a token in my hand, A very tiny thing; And yet within its golden band A thousand memories cling. Aye! thrice ten thousand memories cling Of signal victories won, Enshrined within this little ring, Reward of duty done. I ever shall this token prize, And wear it with true grace— The tie that binds the kindred ties Of friendship race to race. And when I soar full through the skies, Yet ever will I cling Within the gates of Paradise This sacred little ring!