Eastern Kentucky University - Milestone Yearbook (Richmond, KY)

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. . ii Zi Ljyki. j-K iiU- Mww w yy y vvy AW The Class of ' 22 • The rocks must melt ; must fade each blooming flower, In sad mortality ' s o ' er-whelming power. But man ' s unconquered soul can shape his fate. No mortal thing can make him small or great. His life is influenced by a guiding star, A lovely brightness calling from afar. This class of twenty-two stands here today, Feeling Eastern ' s presence. Eastern ' s sway. Tomorrow we shall feel it none the less Through joy, success, disaster or distress. Should life be dull or our faint spirits low. We ' ll know that earth has something fair to show. We ' ll turn aside from its broad busy road. Revive our hearts, lay down our weary loads, And think of thee, oh Eastern, as we pass. And see your guests star-scattered on the grass. We ' ll come again and sit at close of day And watch the golden sunset ' s lessening ray. We ' ll see again young lovers in the swing, When love is true and life is at its spring. We ' ll sit in silence on the steps again And hear a lone belated robin when He sings and seeks his supper on the lawn. Then comes still evening and the darkness on. And grey of twilight settles on the land, Touching the landscape with its magic wand Of slumber, and the big bright moon rides high. Leading her starry train across the sky; She weaves her robes of light on Roark Hall, On Eastern lets her silver mantle fall. Oh, lovely night and hallowed in story That now o ' er me reveals bright worlds of glory! As over Eastern this rich gold is spread May Eastern ' s power on hill and dale be shed Till every mountain, every valley wide May feel the ever-rising, surging tide Of Eastern ' s sway; the crooked be made straight. The hills brought low, the hills where children wait To hear the words of joy, and peace, and life; To have their hands unshackled in the strife. The cries of children, rising from below. Attract my mind before I rise to go. Lonely they are and fear the dogs of night. The great world round, and time ' s mysterious flight. Their cries, oh sons of Eastern, let us hear; Lift up their hearts, dispel their dismal fear And lead them gently on the upward way Out of the dark to high noontide ' s bright day. Oh ! comrades, let our motto now become We hear your voices, children, and we come. R. P. Foster. Twenty-four

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