Hobart College - Echo of the Seneca Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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Class Day, 1903 PROGRAM M K • Hobart is Our Joi.i.v Home.” Roi.i. Call, ( i'Ening Address. Cl ASS I I ISTORV, Cl ASS l’ROI'lIK( V. Crash Poem, Coi i.kgk Song. The Ukeiverv of hie Padim.e, The Reception of the Paddle, - “ Where, () Where,” Class of 1903 Oliver Kingman Charles Ledyard Atwater S. Edwin Board man Harry Sylvester Simmons William Norman Irish 1904 Quartette Jesse Asa Ryan George Far rand Taylor 1904 Quartette Sunset Reverie Yet once again I ga .e with sad and far olT thoughts Upon the low descending orb of day. As oft before, A child 1 watched the gloried West And dreamed of cities vast and moving throngs. The western hills Are singed with red devouring flame; They seem afar, a distant world of lire. I see red blood. The horrid blaze of War and Death. The very battles of the immortal gods. 2.S

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Commencement Preachers and Orators, 1903 SERMON Before the Brotherhood of St. Andrews and the Hobart Chapter of the Church Students’ Missionary Association. The Rev. William Frederick Faber. I.ockport, N. Y. baccalaureate sermon The Rev. Coring W. Batten, l’h.l . St. Mark's Church, New York. GRADUATING ORATIONS S. Edwin Board man, Moravia. N. Y. The German Patriotic Poetry of the 11 prising Against Napoleon.” Harry Sylvester Simmons, Owego, N. V. “ College Training.” William Norman Irish, Ctica. N. Y. Queen Victoria. ” 27

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The world outspreads, 1 see some vast metropolis A million roofs all bathed in glowing red, Like ocean surf I hear the busy roar of life And murmurs of a hundred million throats. ( h endless roofs. And towers that strive to pierce the skies. Oh uproar of a city vast. Oh tumult Of a continent. What greatness and what sadness lies ’Neath this grand panorama of the Occident ! The hills of Rome, And Father Sihor. Sphinx, and all The past imperial greatness of the world Before mine eyes Loom up and fade in deep'ning red, Consumed by Apollo’s blazing wheels. The purpled clouds. The glowing splendor, music of the spheres. Do chant the grand march of Eternity All hail to all The crimson glory of the West. Majestic empire of the setting Sun.