. Consolatio. Ode in memory of those members of the class of nineteen hundred and three of Stanford University who died during the month of their graduation. UT they! O they were young,and hoped so much!The brow of youthwas brightWith dew that shimmered in the morning lightOf promises and prophecies,een suchAs none had dared to dream in earlier day. And in this time of May,One looking in the deeps of their young eyesCaught embryo glimpses of their comingstrength— Shadows of great emprise,And ghostly continents they should explore;New^ Darien peaks w^hereon to stand atlength. Masters of untold
. Consolatio. Ode in memory of those members of the class of nineteen hundred and three of Stanford University who died during the month of their graduation. UT they! O they were young,and hoped so much!The brow of youthwas brightWith dew that shimmered in the morning lightOf promises and prophecies,een suchAs none had dared to dream in earlier day. And in this time of May,One looking in the deeps of their young eyesCaught embryo glimpses of their comingstrength— Shadows of great emprise,And ghostly continents they should explore;New^ Darien peaks w^hereon to stand atlength. Masters of untold softer lights foretold the dreamsOf the sweet pangs of love, that sometimes seemsThe dearest hope which all this weary world heart of heaven I must now this bourgeon its happy future from our sight,Out from the Springs illimitable light,Fade in the dateless empire of the tomb ? lO! saith our heart; ah, no!Their life fadeth not on the brink they stoodOf all that is great and good;They lived for the cominghope: Their future hath caught them and the world before them—Infinite kingdoms o*er them—They sooner found than we the pathTo that their coming empire hath,Borne from us all in love and not in continents that swam before their eyesIn the young conquerors in realms peerless unsealed peaks rise ever intheir skies. Dropping our humbler open great tomorrows of the evermore magnificently inheritThe golden doors of nobler vaulted cloisters of new wisdom ledBy masters such as freer creatures merit (Great souls of ages dead).Their life and lore increase, which here havevanished. VIII.
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