Denison University - Adytum Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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Excelsior It was the dawning of the day, As up along the narrow way, That led to sunny crests aloft, A youth went, followed by an oft, Excelsior. But soon he stopped, e'er sun was clear Above the eastern highlands sheer, And sat to rest him by a stone, Until he heard in urging tone, Excelsior. He, looking up, beheld the man That followed him, his face did scan. He saw therein no thought to fail, But firmest strength the way to hail, Excelsior. The youth arose, began again To make his way. No hope to gain The treasured peak was in his mind. He wished to leave the world behind, Excelsior, At noon far up he found a brook, That, flowing soft by grassy nook, Bade him recline upon the sward. And forth forget that galling word, Excelsior. But 'tween the branches, shutting in His cool retreat from burning gleam, He saw a face with eager eye, And heard a voice with firmness cry, Excelsior, The youth in rage rushed from the spot Where he would fain have respite got And onward made his way at once, To flee the saying for the nonce, Excelsior, And now his path grew doubly hard, Oft wished he for yon kindly sward. XVhen lo! the crest so near him now, Made him explain with smoothing brow, Excelsior, Then out upon the top he came, All lighted up with golden flame. But standing thus, his memory failed Of him, whose word had never quailed, Excelsior, But thanks it was for him enough, To see his pupil standing thus Adown the steep he soon was gone, And crying to some other one, Excelsior, F. M. D.