Huntington College - Mnemosyne Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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.Y.u.- -A -A Burials Vine and arbor, trellised gate-wayg Purple shadow's royal markg Harmony of every singer Proud to sail his aerial barque, Play unceasing on the Organ Newly-opened to your willy Summer comes, with Spring receding Winter follows timely still. Fibres of the soul full-blushing, Ready to avow the world, Tingle with their power fulfilling, Gushing darts to earthward hurledg Circle of a spirit's dwelling, Facing life's uncertainties- Whirls around the axes turning, Sliding to eternities! Beacon stream of higher lighting To the service-portal oped, Onward speed we to our turning 5 Onward where our spirits hopedg And amid the exultation Of our triumph marching here- Fear ?--we dare not say we merit All the blessings of the year! Caesar marched with gloried legionsg Milton plowed the soulful soil, 'Tis the spangle all full-marvelled D We can beautify by toil- 'Tis the skies so deep with meaningg 'Tis the plunder of the heart We can masterg we can worship Where all flowering wisdoms start. Dust thou wert, Ephem'ral Poet, Once a Shelley thou hadst claimedg Earth. thou art the proudest mother Of the Kings through centuries famed' Plunge us in the God-like morrow As the Alpha of our waysg We have felt thee in our beings, Thou, Omega, of our days- ' - vw