Fordham University - Maroon Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Wije (gift The stone that once the fallen gods held high Against their fall, that let the laughter clang On their lips, when men leaped for it and failed. Truth thy gift is to us, rigid truth. This holding, we can smiling, sec the learned Wander in the snarled streets of old towns; Be not confounded by the gabble at New prophets, for we know that let there be New metaphors hung on a string, a tale With twisted end or moral written, and The world is sounding with an equal buzz, As once was Uz, from flies that nozed round Job. Gilding goes like ice under the salt. The rich with bellies full of fat, who made Men into wheels and cogs, they gathered cockle Into their barns, and bound the wheat to burn. Kings who cast down kings, and scared the face Of nations, hurled from the pinnacle at last. The fort of people wore away the words Upon their grave-slabs, robbers stole their robes, They are a sudden blast which whirled the leaves. Purple and ermine, towers, ivory thrones. Great cities, argosies and conquered fields, The years of countless men, only a page. As, when a gust tumbles a smoky spire. The lover secs a maiden’s raven hair, The old, the dark gray cowl of coming death, The thief, non-shackles, the merchant, money lost. But few the fire round which that darkness flies, So each counts the image of his thought the truth. Or as, when rode the tetrarch to the inn, The nobles bowed obsequious to their lord, Their servants in the courtyard to his train, And put a childing woman from the door, Pools make their gods. You taught us that the Wise Followed a star, found in a stable, light.

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Class Officers President Vice-President Secretary James J. (ileason William J. O’Shea Francis V. Mylod Julian J. Reiss treasurer

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