Oakwood University - Acorn Yearbook (Huntsville, AL)

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, X563 mt St Q 4' Z4--eminem: C... ozfmfain One of the outstanding scenic spots ot the campus. lt majes- tically stands in the center proper, surrounded and bordered by a trim horticultural feature,-The Rambler Rose. To thee thou tount ot untorgotten joy, We lift our hearts in everlasting praise, Thy royal robe ot roses would employ A thousand slaves to pruhe thy kingly haze. And tho' a raging sun thy flowers wilt, Or tempests at thy stalwart portals beat, Thou hast as would a Warrior brought with guilt Each monster-crushed and beat to thy feet. Thou art, in truth, an arsenal of strength, A source ot cool, refreshing memories, The years reveal beneath a labyrinth Of pink thy liquid kissed by stirring breeze. Tho' scores of sons have trod thy beaten way, Thou hast in patience borne their smiles and tears, God give thee natural pow'r fore'er to stay And meet the challenge of succeeding years.

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umuuuu wwf Cfvm Hmm ,NEWS The sun sinks deep in the dmber West, A perfect doy is through, At lorst We've come to the end ot the rodd, To bid it forever Adieu. The iourney's been tiresome ond long, There's been mony ct crook dnd turn, But we've trudged on in spite ot it dll, Determined We'd strive to leorn. We turn to glotnce into the pdst, And votguely there dppedr Fdmilior poths thot we hove trod With friends We've cherished deor. We're glod We could complete the tosk, But somehow we regret, Thot Time commdnds us to deport With dll, we cotn't forget. Let Forte do her worst: She cdn never destroy Bright dredms ot the Post ond relics of joy, They'll edch be our hope, inspirortion, otnd guide, When zedl ond ombition seem to hove died. Retroce our steps, we con never! Complete the journey, we must. By Fotith ond or l-loly endedvor, The future hors bliss tor us. Yvonne Bore Morgon