Hiram College - Spider Web Yearbook (Hiram, OH)

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No party name she wears, No factious spirit shares. For human kind she sets no bar; The sons of earth all brothers are, Though strange their hue. As washed on either side Tier country is by ocean tide, She looks for millions yet to go O’er sunny plains and hills of snow, In mingled throng. She sees a ripening field, That harvests rich will yield Of human souls, but reapers few, And trusts her sons she might imbue With purpose strong. She boasts no high-born name— Plebeian is her fame. No lordly foot-step in her halls, No courtly grace within her walls— No pride of birth. Tet elegance refined She seeks and hopes to find In daughters gentle, sons well-bred. For noble rank, she takes instead Their modest worth. New names for mater dear, As college, we shall hear. 1 hough titles such she choose to don, No airs, we think, she’s putting on; She has good sense. 16

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“ HIRAM.” BY ALMEDA A. BOOTH. =!= Amid her youthful scenes, In truth she’s in her teens, Yet stories long she could relate, Adventures strange and changes great By her be told. She saw the grandest sight, A nation’s rising might. She saw, when deadly conflict rose, Her children fall by southern foes A sacrifice. She gave with prayers and tears. With mingled hopes and fears, Her bravest sons, her treasures rare; In silent grief she leaves them there, Where glory lies. She saw fell slavery gone, And hailed a brighter dawn. Redeemed, she felt the nation stand, And looked upon her native land As saved anew. 15

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With titles old or new, We know she’s staunch and true. If graceful honors she may wear, For names her children little care, Nor take offense. She sits like Nature’s queen, To rule this goodly scene; Wdiile mind with thought she fills, As pure as snow that drifts her hills In winter time. Observed on every side, Her light she may not hide, For Nature ' s laws she’s called to bound With rev’rent care, and show what’s found In every clime. Between the scoffer’s rant And bigot ' s idle cant, The line of truth is hers to scan, To show “the ways of God to man, And faith restore. Still for some good she’ll seek, In Latm and in Greek. These noble tongues she’ll not desert, Till reason strong shall her convert From classic lore. On her may fortune smile; Her name no blot defile. May long and vigorous life be hers, The fame that honest worth confers, Her rightful meed. May heaven ' s holy page, For all, in youth and age, Its richest, highest blessings bring, O’er all a crown, a glory fling, Our greatest need. 17