Franklin College - Almanack Yearbook (Franklin, IN)

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' o ,. . ,. ny Roscoe GILMORE srorr, '04 Let me carol Today! The hope and the dream of it, V' '1 - he The sweep and the depth of it, wild, weird crash of it, The sob and the sigh, The resonant shout, The clanging of chains, The maddened engines, che its belts, its gears, its rods, And its giant spans! God, I was made for Today! I am its breath and its food, I am its slave and its cog, A cog in its wild whirring wheel I am an atom of wine, A joyous atom in its full cup, Today claims me, seizes me, tireless spinning of its wheels, 3 Thrills me, cheers me, loves me,- Today sends me forth! Let me carol Today! Tho men jeer at my caroling, Tho fools prate of beflowered Pas Tho the impoverished old VVeep in their places. Bid me sing with a full throat ts, Glnhag In its mammoth market-place, Or cry its praises in the people's halls, Or shriek it forth To the vibrant, echoing winds! Bid me lift up my voice, Bid me reflect my passionate joy, Bid me waken the dead, Today hath anointed me- I am a prophet! Today is Life's herald and reformer, Today is a ministering spirit, Whose food is Hre, And whose drink sparkles With the dye of heroic blood, Today is Who has Today is Who has Today is Who has Today is lvlanls great giver, taught him to give, Manls exacting task-master, prodded him to duty, Man's impartial judge, taught him justice, Man's holy example, His sacred pattern, His unfailing chart! Let me carol Today! Yesterday was a coward who fled, Who mocked us in fleeing. fe X ,gjgm H ,vw-N YQQVVVVQ 7 YVVV Y www .UVV r e. Qs! QYYQQWQ ef-2 , - Tomorrow is fickle, Tomorrow is Time's mirage, Fatels hollow smile, Death's banquet. Let me carol Today! Let me sing of this precious hour! It is a marvelous and composite Thing Made of the sacrifice of patriots, Of the blood of pure women, The The The The The The brain cells of the inventor, dream of the inspired poet, song of the ancient plowman, despair of the pioneer, retreat of the savage, sword of the brave, And the prayer of the pious. God, I claim Today- Today only is mine! Crowd into my knowledge its mystery Point out its quality, Measure for me its sacred worth! Today's sun lights up the whole world! God, bid me carol! fCourtesy The Man Sings .l