Auf Wiedersehen . A Serio=Comico=Tragico=Ludicro Poem Dedicated to the Class of 1910 The bells of time are ringing changes fast. Theres no tincture of grief in the beautiful song That on the air of this May-day comes floating along; But notes of triumph to us they peal Like voices of victors on a hard-fought field. Four long years ago the struggle began Ignorance is aid, if we could have seen All the odes and problems that beset the way We would have surrendered on our entrance day. There were days without hope and hours of joy. There were up and downs, high marks and low Life is tes
Auf Wiedersehen . A Serio=Comico=Tragico=Ludicro Poem Dedicated to the Class of 1910 The bells of time are ringing changes fast. Theres no tincture of grief in the beautiful song That on the air of this May-day comes floating along; But notes of triumph to us they peal Like voices of victors on a hard-fought field. Four long years ago the struggle began Ignorance is aid, if we could have seen All the odes and problems that beset the way We would have surrendered on our entrance day. There were days without hope and hours of joy. There were up and downs, high marks and low Life is tessellated so— Woof of joy and warp of woe In the battle of life. School days come and go. There is joy in each condition. Brains with working do grow strong. All for a year went happy and well. Though sometimes on tests we faltered and fell A time for memory and for tears. Girls, I relate, lest we forget How in our last year when sore beset When the Senior Math, and the Dr., both, combined. To tighten the tension
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