Ilia, the fair, […] full of Mars.

It is my pleasure to induct the new Officers for this coming term.

The night is fair, and the waves are still, And the wind is singing to you and to me In this lowly home beside the sea — Hushaby, sweet my own!

The master paceth up and down his halls, And in the empty hours Can hear the tottering of his towers And tremor of their bases underground.