Ravelings . 11 n flDemoriam. Weep not for him, nay rather weepFor those behind. The shadows creepAcross our hearts: our spirits feelThe sadness words but half longer smiles for us the day,For one we loved has gone away. Weep not for him, his mighty heart Hath played right well its noble part. His labors tireless as the sea, His love was like eternity: His soul was ever brave and kind, Alive to good, to error blind. Weep not for him, for bitter tearsStay not the flight of passing years;But rather follow in the wayHe walked, to lands of endless day;For thoug-h his sight is lost to men,
Ravelings . 11 n flDemoriam. Weep not for him, nay rather weepFor those behind. The shadows creepAcross our hearts: our spirits feelThe sadness words but half longer smiles for us the day,For one we loved has gone away. Weep not for him, his mighty heart Hath played right well its noble part. His labors tireless as the sea, His love was like eternity: His soul was ever brave and kind, Alive to good, to error blind. Weep not for him, for bitter tearsStay not the flight of passing years;But rather follow in the wayHe walked, to lands of endless day;For thoug-h his sight is lost to men,Our eyes may greet him there again. —Nelson ©ur iRcw iprestfcent, Dr. T. H McMiohael is the eldest son of Dr. J. B. McMichael, one of Monmouths former graduated from Monmouth in 1886. Until called to his new labor he has been the successful pastor of theFirst United Presbyterian congregation in Cleveland, Ohio. As he enters upon the presidency of Monmouth College, we are happy to greet him and to wish himall success. May his administration be long and prosperous, his work enduring, and his life a blessing.
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