College of William and Mary - Colonial Echo Yearbook (Williamsburg, VA)

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I ml I In II Kitiil III! Ill hi III. ' 11 r liiin ilniiiiii il a iliriiiii. iiinl I Inn is iin mir In iiili riiril it. ' Ai;iSI. (i (iiiictlv, I slid iuid uiy cual. iind stole sdflly ilnwu llic stairs. icaxiiiL; my rduinnialc In his dreams. W ' iiilcr liad iinl yet fled, Imt it was an ideal s|iriiiii iiiiilil : the weallier was warm ami iln ' aii ' filled with I he eric ' kot ' s chir])iiii;s. itriaht rays from the iiiooii, stealiiiii throiiiih the hranrhes of the trees, riistlinii- softly ill the iiiii ' lit hreezp. illumined the (•ain])iis with a sih ' ery liiilit, and 1 eould see the faint ontliiie of the old statne. IJehind this, the eollei;c Imildiiii;, with its eo ' eriiii; ' of i y, loomed n|i massive ami dark. Soinethinii ' whispered that this was the ]ihi( ' e to find a solution of the knotty iiiv.Ailcm that confronted me. ivnottv in ' olilom, did T sav Vea, verily; for

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Senior Cla0S poem I ' was in tlie iiutiiiMii iUivn. wlicii suiuiiici ' s breeze lind |i:i-.l — Kaeli moriiiiig ' s tiew took on its jeweled sparkliiif; furiii. For Nature, then so weary with her wi ' ii;ht of ureen. Was iiently shifting oti ' her chaiijiinf; niU ' . when to tin- sacred spot I ' oiir years afjo we eanie. From many elimes ]ierelianee we ' ve wandered here. From liomes all tilled with joy, and peace, and love. Where fondest reeolleetion lingers as some ;ohh n dream. And thouglds of fair and dearer face.s make ns live once more ' I ' liose ne ' er for etfnl days of childhood ' s fnn and fame. But time Hows swiftly on: the hrook that wound its course too slow Xow sweeps a mighty current, bearing m its tosseil hosom Onr frail and fragile harks; and soon, ah! soon amid Time ' s unrelenting wa ie, adrift at life ' s stern helm we ' ll he. ' I ' o steer our conr.se in heavend)orn hreezes to some farther -hore. To steer our course! and wiiithcr is t Iutc found a iinlile guiile. Whose strength and valor. e nirage. hope. :iiid life iti-piriiii: love .Are large enough for all ' ; Within, andiitiin ' - niic I ai!- in. Humanity ' s call iloth echo at the dci r of every honest heirl. And Ihu- M ' part, in life ' s sweet mru ' ning stuiligld. for a nohlpr work. ' t to these sacred portals, sacred ivy-mantled walls. We turn to east a longing. lingering, last farewidl. l!ut ere no more these halls we tread, or sit heneatli these elms — When in the rush of life, let ' s steal a moment tree fnnn care. And look on mianories ' wall, and li i ' aijaiii in I hc-c- lair days, ( ' r,AS,s l ' (U-.r, 28

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Ii:icl mil I. living in ;iii age of ri ' asdU and ciiliiililciiiiicut, limi cIkiscil In |irii|)liesy ilic t ' liUii-c uf ilic clcxcii (l iu ;lii V wari ' iiiis wIki. I ' l.r fun i- years, liail lialtlcil ai;aiust rill ' (il)stacl( ' s lliat Ix ' sct the ])atli in l iiiiwltMli;c ' . F(ir liiiiirs I had been sitliiii;-, |)i|ic in liaiid. ainly seckiiii: iiispii-ai ion Irdhi ihc ;-niiik llaiiu- nf a laiiip ami (he iinisiral iMHinMly ln ' iui; iMiacIcd liy my sli ' e])iiig bi ' d-i( ' llii v. On the inuiTdW, they said, the t ' niurc nf every Seninr nmsi lie known and rraiU 111 lie |inlilislicd in the woi ' ld. Thai is, williin I he lew hniii- remainini;. I was til lirini; ' inln use the nlisnlete eiisiuui nf Innkiin: iiiin the fninre. and felale the events iit the a|i|in laehi na yeai ' s. Seatiliii myself mi a lu ' iiidi ueai ' llie sialiie, I limk ii|i llie piMMem aiiain. Snrniniided liy seenery lliat had |ifii ' eii siieh a snni ' ee nf ins|ii ral inn In my prede- cessors, 1 wailed nna ailiiii:ly fur inspiralinn In reach my mind. Scenes nf m - (diildhnnd days, when 1 had invented elalinrale tali ' s In gel amnnd difK- ciillies with my teachers, snriivd hefore me, and 1 liegan In wnnder if my iniagi- nalinn were siitticieiitly fertile to swpe]i ]iasl the present difHciilty in like manner. 1 sunn saw. linwe ( ' r, the fntilily nf a mind merely liiiman tryini; In pictnre the future of a i;ron|i nf men cnni|insed nf all grades helween a nmdest, retiring Etheridge and a masterful wire-]inlling Douglas. (living it np in despair, I gazed blankly and ainly at tlie dark walls before me. ' ainl -, ilid 1 say No; for presently a drowsiness began to steal n er me. Indistinctly, I heard the elnck boniii iiiil, ()ne! -Two! ' Tis now tlif veiv witcliiiifj linii ' nl nij;lil. When churchyards yawn, and hell itself lircatlics imi ( ' (intafiion to this wurlil. ' I drowsily mnllered. The moonbeams began to grow dimmer, the chirpings of the insects, fainter and fainter, and presently 1 gave myself o -er to a track- less nniizp of weird flights of the mind. . sserting its jirophetic rights, my mind trampled down all barriers, threw aside lime as if by magic, tore aside the misty veil of the future, and I was permiiled for a brief s])ace to take a glimpse at exi ' Uls that were still to be. Rapidly, the scenes succeeded each other tis in a mn ing ]iicture show, and tlip world seemed a stage whereon every man must play his jtart. Out of the darkness snrronnding.nie ap])eared inysteriniisly a street crnwd ed with wildly excited men and wnmen, waxing bats ;ind handkerchiefs, all striving to gel as close as jmssible to ti man wlm was coming rajiidly down the .street, seemingly much ( inbarrassed. 30