The Council.

Tune—Rule Brittania.

"I think you ought to recollect,
You cannot show too muck respect."

—Mikado.

When V. C. first arose in might,
To throw her glittering beams afar,
To throw, to throw, to throw her blazing light afar.
Out from the chaos, the chaos of the night,
The Council shone, the guiding star.

Chorus.
Hail! The Council! True watch the Council keeps.
The Council never, never, never, never sleeps.