Elmhurst College - Elms Yearbook (Elmhurst, IL)

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I AND YOU Prof. Carl Bauer Last night I reclined in my easy chair — I was glad to be left alone — When one by one the echoes awoke From the silence of wood and stone. And I knew in my heart, With a sudden start. That the quietest night has its stir and stare When the I is met by its shadowy You, When I in m ' soul am cleft in two. With myself I ' m never and never alone. How I wish I could strangle my double! We ' re one, we ' re two, the I and the You, And yet we do not make a couple. And 1 know in m heart, ' Tis not my part For the faults of my You to atone. The echo, the shadow I must disclaim Though it seems with myself forever the same. The You that is I, is a troublesome guest That no charm is potent to banish. To the You that is You, I take my flight If the apparition might vanish. And I know in my heart How to fence and to guard For the peace of the I. A friendly breast Will open to the I, as in years gone by. Out of blackest night an azure sky. And I traveled back through the aisles of time And forward again to the end. From the pointing finger of scorn in the night, From my You myself to defend. And I knew in my heart; I was not thus jarred. The I and the You made harmonious chime When mother caressed me. I ' ll again be a child. And I fancied myself to myself reconciled. If I were you — How stern the rebuke! How I hung my head in shame! The You that is You, before the I Rose up in towering frame. And I knew in my heart. From the very start. Though I were the son of a mighty duke Or the heir of a royal highness. There was no escape from my I-ness. Nor duke nor king owned me his son. I was left to my humble I-ness. The distant gaze across the gulf Increased my natural shyness. And I knew in my heart ' I ' hat my life was marred. Weighed down with the load of a Ion, And I longed for the stern, ah the slcrn rebuke, If I were vnu, for the aiigr word frcmi |(i e ' s great book. 23

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Homer H. Helmick, Ph.D. Professor of Pln ' sical Sciences, 1923-; A.B., Defiance College, 1909; A.M., Defiance College, 1910; Ph.D., University of Chicago, 1918; Summer of 1913, Massachusetts Institute of Technolog}-; Assistant in Analytical Chemistry, Defiance College, 1909-1910; Principal of Sylvania High School, Ohio, 1910-19H; Associate Professor of Chemistry, Wheaton College, Illinois, 1911-1912; Professor of Chemistry, 1912-1913; Assistant in Inorganic Chemistry, University of Chicago, 1915-1916; Assistant in Physical Chemistry, 1916-1918; Chem- ist, y rmy Hospital Laboratories, 191 8-1920; Re- search Chemist, Radium Company of Colorado, 1920-1923. Robert G. Leonhardt, Registrar Athletic and Physical Education Director, 1920-; Elmhurst College, 1917; Eden Theological Seminary 1920. Karl H. Carlson, A.M., B.D. Ohio Wesleyan Uni ersity, A.B.; New York University, A.M.; Dreer Seminary, B.D. E. Alfred Wolf, A.M., Ph.D. Professor of German; L ' ni -ersities of Goettingen and Breslau. 22

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Since then Vye seen man - a smiling morn Drowned out in evening ' s tears, And many a prince of the new-born days Lie dead with the weeks and years. And I knew in my heart That there must be a part And a share for the poor and forlorn, Some open space under equal skies With the haughty throng of the you-less I ' s. So I am I, I ' ll never be you, I ' ll only compare with myself, I ' ll rise with the ease of the heavenly breeze Above palace and power and pelf. And I know in my heart That mine is the art. The art of the artless and true That molds anew the mouldering highness Of slavish kings through the genuine I-ness. I breathe my new I to the rustling leaves, To the thundering ocean I shout it. It ' s the seal of my mission, the rock of my hope. And ne ' er for a moment I doubt it. And I know in my heart, I ' ve the compass and chart To the land of the golden sheaves. To the shining gold and the rich supply, To be gotten alone by the thrice great I. The threat ' ning abyss will I o ' erspan, I ' ll turn every magic key, I ' ll level to the plain the snow-capped peak, The demons I ' ll cast in the sea. And I know in my heart, I ' m not to be barred By oceans of waves, by galaxies of men, I ' ll rpach it yet, despite ages hoary. The loftier seat ' midst the kings of glory. But hark! and hark! What do I hear.? A voice from out of heaven, Not to your boastful self the crown Of glory can be given. And I know in my heart, I must make a new start. The shadowy You shall cease its sneer. When, ceasing to chase after shadowy highness, I ' ll take the real You into my I-ness. The I and the You! The You and the I! Oh the vexing puzzle! Oh the blessed confusion! I ' m one, I ' m the other, and I am both! No more of the selfish delusion! And I know in my heart, I shall never depart From the You, I won ' t sever the tie. Each of the other both kernel and shell. They ' re one, they ' re one wherever they dwell, On earth and in heaven, on earth and in hell. 24