. Athena, 1893. How,We struggle, seeking for a noble place. Yet stoop to pluck the fragrant flowers that growAlong the stream, in loveliness and grace. While mists that gather round us fade awayAnd leave in even fairer light, the day. And as we march along the path begun New things shall open to our eager eyes. New triumphs in the tasks that we have doneShall lead us on where our ambition lies. Till in the end we may return and see The tasks that made us strong unconsciously. Fain would we reach still higher, till we seeThe fair ideals that we seek to-day. Whose greatness shall our inspiration
. Athena, 1893. How,We struggle, seeking for a noble place. Yet stoop to pluck the fragrant flowers that growAlong the stream, in loveliness and grace. While mists that gather round us fade awayAnd leave in even fairer light, the day. And as we march along the path begun New things shall open to our eager eyes. New triumphs in the tasks that we have doneShall lead us on where our ambition lies. Till in the end we may return and see The tasks that made us strong unconsciously. Fain would we reach still higher, till we seeThe fair ideals that we seek to-day. Whose greatness shall our inspiration be As all thro life we bow beneath their sway; For with advance, our purpose even keeps. Far, far ahead, mounting liifes lofty steeps. So stand we, never without lofty aim. While looking forward to the Hying years Of preparation—not alone in name— For entering Lifes work in strength, not fears. Thus in our truth, in which nought false shall stand, oh valiant class of Hti! 33 preparatory department*. A PREP THOUGHT. A (Ircaiiiy little preplct tuckeil liis ci)ri>us in his cot,Put aside his daily ariefs, and tlioufihtand thoughtand thousht. Tliought of Ijirdies in the tree-tops, thought of spring and flowers and love;Aye, it was a little spoony—that dream of his turtle dove. Thought if the beginnin was what Super said twould be. He would stay and hear the seniors give their yell of Kah !! Kah !! Ree!!! Thought hed eat his hat to know how neath the sun it hapsThose seniors seem so lordly,—such blamed hard-headed chaps. Thought of that man Elliott who calls a club his own;Thought of Hensel, who, hed heard, is never seen alone; Thovight of Mac and Mardis, Beery, tTinn, and many more,—Thought and thought and thought until his head was sore. Thought—this timid preplet—hed be blowed if he could seeWhat such startlin fools were doing round an University. Saint nor Solomon—this preplet—but he thought he knew a few,Thought he tliought and never doul)ted as so
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