Oracle . speak a word of cheer. Long I wait for the clear, bright light. The air has grown suddenly , seized with a strange, mad flight, I turn to run down the hill—On and on I scarce know where; But fear to my feet wings stumble, then the moonlight clear Reveals a new-made old, old adage, The good die young, Seems ringing in my there I stand as one struck dumb; On the tombstone I see my read the words in awful dread. Revealed by the moons soft , indeed, is my last hope dead; For I read: Lest ye forget—Chess. PROPHET (09). Commencement Day
Oracle . speak a word of cheer. Long I wait for the clear, bright light. The air has grown suddenly , seized with a strange, mad flight, I turn to run down the hill—On and on I scarce know where; But fear to my feet wings stumble, then the moonlight clear Reveals a new-made old, old adage, The good die young, Seems ringing in my there I stand as one struck dumb; On the tombstone I see my read the words in awful dread. Revealed by the moons soft , indeed, is my last hope dead; For I read: Lest ye forget—Chess. PROPHET (09). Commencement Day * Each day we have delved until twas dark; New hopes each day were born;For always we could see the sun Behind the morrows dawn. And when we did awake froin sleep And greet the morning light,We sprang up quickly to begin And work with all our might. And now our hearts with joy stand still. And life is bright and we have longed for now has come; The Day of Days is here. ANNIE MAE REEDER (09)..
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