Bluffton University - Ista Yearbook (Bluffton, OH)

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ll'fI1ll9?lllSllllTllllfllllllllllllllt lllllllllllllilll CAMPUS SEASONS Autumn! radiant g'ory deep bluehaze. Rustling leaves. Haming trees, golden days, Just a touch of green that's turning brown, Leaves like bits of fire come fioating down, Scarce a hint of winter in the air, Sighing thru the branches not yet bare, Frosty nights and stars that softly gleam, Like the silver mem'ries in a dream, Groups and couples, busy students all Hurry home, or pass from hall to hall. llllllllwllllwlillllllllllllillllllllllllllll Whistling winds, storm blown and snow kissed g1'ounds Hard-packed paths and crunching, creaking sounds, Level reaches. cold and blank and white, Stretch beyond our vision into night, Trees that stand like tall, straight, staring ghosts Silent sentinels of far out posts, All the world's black outline and white snow, Colored by some window's rose-red glow, Stars that scintillate like sparkling eyes, Wink down at couples in deep, mock surprise. Spring in flowering robes with fold on fold Woven all with silver threads and gold, Touches Earth to bid her rise and wake, And live for us and for the dear Christ's sake. Touches man and calls him to take part, In energies that stir in Earth's great heart, Touches lleaven's stars with wands of gold, And makes them burn with messages half told, For Life with all its riches comes again, Has pressed with throbbing hands, the souls ol' And so the campus, thru the seasons th1'ee, llas passe'l thru myriad change for you and me, Broad vistas on the campus all un1'oll, To meet the strange, new vistas of the soul, To some has come the brew of deep defeat, To some the victory in Life's g1'eat meet, For some the knowledge, at the very end Of college days, of one true-hearted friend. God grant to those who come to fill our place, The joy of seasons' change on this dear face, God grant this campus, flaming, dreaming, white, Will teach us all the Good, the True, the Right. .-18... H1911