College of William and Mary - Colonial Echo Yearbook (Williamsburg, VA)

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Cf)c Colonial edjo, 1921 ' §;■ ' g ,1 Lest We Forget to William and Mary g g ji li in- When down, high priestess, from her altar flings Her vestments wide in streams of opal light, They fall on shining acres stretching far, Girdled by waters and by wooded lea. By countryside flashing with silver dew, On all a splendor that a God creates ! And as a gem encircled by its gold, Transmits its brilliancy to that which holds Virginia ' s tirst fair intellectual crown, Ineffable in beauty lies enthroned ! The centuries have marked the sacred spot The silent Indian and the stately lord. Each stalked its leafy aisles. The bitt ' rest foes Found sanctuary, rest, within its walls. Illustrious statesmen, patiots whose dust I loved and shrined as deities, adorned. By their own breathing presence these old halls ; Along illimitable paths they trod, The torch they bore and in its widening gleams, We sense the vision and the dreams that gave To us tirst choice of draught from Pierian ' s well, The old Greek letters kept as jewels rare, That trust in youth now echoed far and near ; — The prestige that begets a deathless name ! Through Autumn ' s glory. Winter ' s frost and Spring ' s Warm, languorous, with fragrant scented breath. All palpitate with world-old hopes, the glad Young voices ring. The immemorial trees. Mute witnesses, still throw their length ' ning shade. The same pale twilight hues herald the dusk ; Changeless as e ' er the argent moon allures And weaves its witcheries throughout the years. The music of the trembling vibrant strings. That myriad fingers struck, reverberates — • Is caught by hands today, hands soft and strong, Whose notes are infinitely sweet and clear, A challenge from the vanished days that sleep ! — C. B. T. Pageias

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BOOK IV Literary Activities