Dickinson College - Microcosm Yearbook (Carlisle, PA)

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Another day is breaking. Every cloud Grows ruddy in the dawn-light. Lo ! the sun Swings up above the hilltop. Comrades, arm. This day, we meet the enemy. Fight hard,- Like soldiers, long in service, trained to bear The stress of war,-forced marches, the mad rush Of battle on the trampled field, lone hours, When silent sentries guard the sleeping camp,- Trained to face danger iearlessl y, or death, When duty calls. Our battleiield's the world, The battle, life. Fight hard. No more we stand Shoulder to shoulder, but each one, alone, Must fight his iight till death. This day that dawns So fair and beautiful, so rich in joy, Holds yet some sadness,-we must bid farewell To the familiar friends in whom we trust, Whose gracious comradeship enriches life. So be it. Yet we never can forget The days gone by. And i11 the years to come, Our eyes shall surely see some golden isle, In T ime's swift stream, where we may rest an hour, And sing old songs, and hear each otheris tales, And bind again the cords of comradeship. -Enya ALm:R'r

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