Lincoln University - Lion Yearbook (Lincoln University, PA)

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OF HISTORY AND MAN! RECOMPENSE 'Tis morn . . . sweet nature's life's aroused. And dreams come floating, too: Enchanting like the charmer's flute For pleasures we pursue. Awake! Let phantasy away. There's work that must be done: Achieving ends . . . rewards to gain. Ere parting of the sun. Then dusk—oh gentle dusk, Whose padded feet enthrall— Shall sweetly open up her cloak, And quickly cover all. —H. T. M. Lo! Time-that-was is an infinite Recession that rolls and folds— that folds as it rolls, till distance makes Unity out of Time and Space; till Time and Space in union form Cosmos, and sight and sense reach hopelessly out— . . . to be overwhelmed by sheer Infinitude. Time-that-was is lost to mortal man, save in his own laborious works, or as a state of mind which names It good or ill . . . yet hangs deluded man his hopes upon this futile Past-and-Gcne; forgetful quite! that once-cheated Fate will not return to salve, much less to save. —J-Q. ALMA MATER FINIS Unseen, near-silent, the wind's a heady hymn; The far horizon of dying day Lends dusk a deathly quiet: Close the Cosmos hovers in the dim, And clouds loom large on Oxford's rim: A soothing, mystic virelay Lulls waking cares Tempts transient joy . . . In gentle twilight, Springtime Hope Lures a gentle dream: A four-year sunset casts a shadow Of the morrow's dawn. TO THE MEN OF ’42 Four unforgotten years are gone— Passed, like an infant's dream; Nov soon we face a cold new dawn Face war and steel-points' gleam. Soon Maple Avenue's shaded walk Will know a younger tread; New pathways now may s eus stalk Where War and Death are wed. The happy throng of Glee Club guests, The dances and the games, Are left behind for bolder quests - For honored heroes' names. So, would-be men and leaders all: Along Life's road keep on; And should you hear pressed Freedom's call. Pitch in and fight. Don't run! 17 B. McM. W. B. McM. W.