"By Brother Dr. Carver A. Portlock When we wear the gloves A brother has gone from our midst And sailed to golden shores. When we wear the gloves A friend has passed the final test And walks through purple doors. The circle has an empty place A voice will raise no more The song of fellowship and love Uplift forevermore When we wear the gloves. When we wear the gloves A light goes from this earthly life The visor closed again Yet all the heavens open wide To let a new star in. When we wear the gloves A brother leaves the chapter roles And moves to other worlds For when we say our last goodbye He walks on streets of pearls. When we wear the gloves."