Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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The BACKLOG | 3 fea.) | IWENTY SEVEN SENIOR CLASS POEM Adieu to you, our Alma Mater! Time for parting now draws nigh. With happy thoughts we adorn thee, As we whisper our last good-by. We breathe within our hearts a prayer That when we are parted far, The lessons learned within thy walls Will be our guiding star. The two short years spent in thy care, Time cannot make us forget; Our love will strengthen with the years, Leaving us nothing to regret. For as we look into the fading past, And view the thorns once we knew, Memory brings them back to us, Like flowers smiling in the dew. Classmates, to-day with sails unfurled We start on life’s broader stream, Whose surging currents will sometimes Overwhelm our fondest dream. But to the school we love so well Let us ever faithful be; Striving in the battles of life, Win laurels for D. L. C. Dear teachers, we shall not forget, As we tread the highway of life, Your lessons of encouragement When we meet with care and strife. Farewell, farewell, dear Alma Mater! How we would love to stay! But Duty whispers to us softly: “Come away, away, away!” KATHLEEN BEARDAIN.

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