University of Georgia - Pandora Yearbook (Athens, GA)

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t ur 33eafc Chancellor Sad and low the solemn sound Is pealing forth from the old bell In Georgia’s college chapel. Alas! the summons comes fom God To lay our pilot ’neath the sod. And o’er our fair and sunny land. There comes a cloud of grief today. The nation mourns at such a loss. For men with hearts so stout and brave. We would not spare to glut the grave. But answer, aye! we must! we must! When God the giver calls his own. It scemeth an untimely hour To spare this loved one from our ranks. While in the zenith of his power E'er he sees his dream come true. That Georgia’s hope for future years. Foremost should be throughout the land. As Moses stood on Plsgah’s heights And. longing, viewed the promised land. E’en so our seer, with vision clear. Hath seen the promise of his work. “Well done.” he said, thou faithful one. For noble service hath he done. And budded In his people's hearts A monument of love. And when the shaft that marks his grave Shall crumble neath the tooth of time, Yet will his life, a beacon light. Point forward still to higher things; And generations now unborn. Will reap the fruits of his great work. When we are silent in the grave. Shine on! O radiant star of hope! Within each bosom throbs a heart That somewhere, sometime must desire To rise to better, higher things. ’Tls then we hear that still small voice. A whisper of a love divine That wins the victory in the end. And doth remove the sting of death. —R. J. H. DeLoach.