University of Colorado - Coloradan Yearbook (Boulder, CO)

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Now come to the place where the dull grinding wheels Turn a host of new scientists forth every year. Abnormally sensitive is he who feels A tremor of feelings poetic, I fear. For work were you raised tier on tier from the dust, Preparation for years of life comfort to come. Education your aim, and your sacredest trust, Adding true blood to figure in life's earnest sum. Even now in your halls, you are training a race Full of loyalty, spirit and pride, who forsooth, In the passing of years will usurp custom's mace, And iight in the world for the lifeis highest truth. Now hushed are the wheels. In the moon's feeble glare A defiance majestic, you mount to the skies: A mark of advancement in Time,s cycle thereg One step toward the goal where all future Fate lies! With regret I address you-devoid of all life!- Much too tranquil is night for your natural aim. With regret I abandon sweet memories rife, And cast you behind for the laurels of fame. l-low the Gym with an insolence born of its age ' ,Stands, a mockery grim to the near Gamble Field: An athletic weakness 'twould seem to presage, Not the spirited slogan, To foes never yield. ll

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Too real after death, for awhile, is the form Of the thing we have loved-but decay, ah, how fast- For awhile thoughts enduring in myriads swarm- Then oblivion takes what's to memory cast. The future's bright dawn tolls the passing of Main g New chimes knell the night of the harmonized thrill Of the heart to the Bell. Will there always remain The spirit of old, when that voice becomes still? V f In the silvery light l-lale majestically stands, The hrst of the new era, linked to the old- Where the Laws and the Engineers, meeting in bands, Have striven for honors and mastery bold. Soon hushed will be conflict. Forgotten the fray. Now specialization is claiming its own. Unmolested the Freshman will plod on his way, To harvest pure lore on old battlefield sown. We must leave recollections. Now pass by the Dorm, From whose windows so blightly the student lights gleam l-low hard they all study -Yes, study's main form Is in festal conclave-things are not what they seem! Full many a game has been battled again In the rooms of the Dorm in the twilight's dull glow: And many defeats have accrued two-fold pain, When dealt in its chambers the skeptic's vain blow. Ah, Woodbury Hall, in my heart is a place Endeared by my hours in your halls idlyispentg For the births of my fancy, in your cold embrace Have glowed with a charm by the environment lent. I0

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Though mean be thy form, in my thoughts there's a place Endeared by past hours of exuberant glee- Rosy gleams of receptions which dreamily grace With memories sweet all my visions of thee. Just a glimpse do we get of the Engineefs pride- The New Shop, with its motto of silent command- Waste no hours! With me surcease of toil is denied! Come-but bring living heart, growinglmind, willing hand! f 9 Too young is the Chemistry Building as yet To embrace fond tradition of days of the past. l-lere memories, and dreams of the future have met But to part-misty shadows too shallow to last. ln the distance, half hid by a framework of trees, The home of the Medics, with windows a-light Repeats an old tale to the heart which now sees The signs of harsh toil, in the depths of the night. 'Tis a story of work-scathing labor, dull toil, To assuage the worldis grief with the gift of new life. New blood mixed with old through the turgid turmoil Emerges a neutral to calm diseased strife. Sheer walls gleaming white in the moon's night-day glare Show the Library, still, in the silence of sleep. 'Tis a sign not of bustle and noisy fanfare But a symbol of quiet, and knowledge-thirst deep. Recollections of Hfussingn are driven from my mind By the thoughts of my life's sweetest hours spent within While I searched, not in vain, a true solace to find For my crimes against time, and my mind's heavy sin. Not in vain did I search. There I found a sweet peace ln the long contemplation of life's highest aimg There my soul, searching musty tomes found quick release From its clay, to return nevermore as the same. For I changed, through those spells, in a swift cycle, rare, Clingizxg fast to the light, as the night to the day- As tranquil I found thee, still leave I thee there As I dry my soul's tears, now to haste on my way. IZ