The record of the class of 1914 . , one glad sweet song still lingers on our lips. Our blood flows fast; our pulse beats sharp and strong; Our eyes see visions and our desires are keen. We dream fond dreams of those great deeds just beyond our present ken. Freed from the bonds of l^igotry and narrow-mindedness that erst dragged us to the dust; We wander forth from Old Founders door glad to have co-labored on heights before unknown; And ever a jov within the heart whispers of the joy which once sang heart to heart. 150 [?arewell. l>rotlier, a clasp of the hand and we rniKt part. The world is
The record of the class of 1914 . , one glad sweet song still lingers on our lips. Our blood flows fast; our pulse beats sharp and strong; Our eyes see visions and our desires are keen. We dream fond dreams of those great deeds just beyond our present ken. Freed from the bonds of l^igotry and narrow-mindedness that erst dragged us to the dust; We wander forth from Old Founders door glad to have co-labored on heights before unknown; And ever a jov within the heart whispers of the joy which once sang heart to heart. 150 [?arewell. l>rotlier, a clasp of the hand and we rniKt part. The world is our field, full of briar-roses and hawthorn. The heart must be cheerful, the courage must be strong, the soul must be ];erfumi;d purged:The mind open to knowledge which ends only in eternity. Send one bright ray into a darkened life; place one small flower in a Sfriiit^Icss soul:Just one clasp of the hand: a brother is lifted and the jov of our hearts will feel the living jov that oft sang heart to heart. —J. P. 151
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