Ravelings . The Token. IT F MANS immortal, theres a proof, I trow, Vouchsafed by Heaven to all men here below: Hast thou a grain of Truth? With care will grow,— Small token of the bounteous harvest now,— Reward for weary arm and sweating brow Will come at last, with power to bestow New life upon the toiler. Thus I know Lifes germ is merely sown when Life doth bow Before Times scythe. A tender stock shall rise, And, blindly groping, pierce Deaths ugly crust: Then, budding, branching, flowering toward the skies, Afford a habitation for the just. Then love and live the Truth: it is for thee The g
Ravelings . The Token. IT F MANS immortal, theres a proof, I trow, Vouchsafed by Heaven to all men here below: Hast thou a grain of Truth? With care will grow,— Small token of the bounteous harvest now,— Reward for weary arm and sweating brow Will come at last, with power to bestow New life upon the toiler. Thus I know Lifes germ is merely sown when Life doth bow Before Times scythe. A tender stock shall rise, And, blindly groping, pierce Deaths ugly crust: Then, budding, branching, flowering toward the skies, Afford a habitation for the just. Then love and live the Truth: it is for thee The germ whose flower is Immortality. —Robert M Kerr. Junior Prophesy. ,*^|*yf^| , HELLO Pike. Who in thunder expected to see you ^I^LIM here? was the greeting- which one passenger gave another as they passed through the gates of the Chicago depot one beautiful day in June, 1926. Hello, Elder, where did you drop from, was the beaity response. Oh, Im just on my way back from Monmouth where our old classof
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