Lincoln University - Lion Yearbook (Lincoln University, PA)

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18 LINCOLN NEWS poet's (Corner DEDICATED TO THE CLASS OF 1930 Farewell old Lincoln, We now leave you and things so dear, Pardon us as we depart For showing and shedding a tear That burst forth from the heart. Thou hast given inspiration To face the battles of life, And ’tis not with hesitation That we front the worldly strife; But mingled with this sorrow Of leaving friendships dear Are high hopes of tomorrow Gathered with care while here; And though we stray o’er land or foam, We carry memories And tender reveries Of you, dear old Lincoln, our home. “JIVER” JACKSON ’30. TO LINCOLN These stately trees in majesty proclaim Thy sacred deeds in everlasting fame, Thy halls that harbored youth with aims sublime Withstanding all the blight and test of time, Are monuments to life’s posterity, And potent compass of man’s destiny. Thy campus carpeted in velvet green, Challenges one to scale with purpose keen, To conquer obstacles and gruesome strife,— The stony road and craggy hills of life; Give us the heart triumphant and humane, Grant that we serve humanity mundane, And as the years roll by in ceaseless flow, Ideals of Lincoln shall forever glow. —BEN N. AZIKIWE ’30. JERICHO dreams build Men walls towering Of lofty calls, ambitions, Hopes, But let them build their Jerichoes, Life blows a trumpet And the walls fall flat. MEDITATION Last night I stood and watched the river, Bulging in a turbulent stream Foaming, dashing, spurting along, With a quiet and transient gleam. The moon and stars were blending to grace that beau- tiful sight, The trees made images in the water that were only seen at night. But the river flower forever in one unchangeable way, And the waters of the river made an eternal sway. As I stood and gazed at the dazzling stream I saw the drama of life, The races of humanity waging perpetual strife. I saw the waves wrangle when at times they changed place As a dominant race sees itself the master of its fate. And how like the river doth life flow, in its infinite way Promising no tomorrow, offering all today. F. LLOYD TURNER ’30 NIGHT Apollo sinks to rest, And the shadows fall, The birds from the treetops No longer call, Day is now lost In misty flight And silence settles It is night. The bustle and stir of day Gives way to quiet peace, To serene calmness, And all labors cease; The western sky Is tinged with fading light, Darkness reigns, It is night. Night that knits up The raveled cares of day, And gives all To sleep and her sway; That builder of energy, That restorer of might That god gave to us, It is night. — THOMAS A. WEBSTER. “JIVER” JACKSON ’30.

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LINCOLN NEWS ALPHA PHI ALPHA FRATERNITY, NU CHAPTER Frank DeCosta President A. Frederick Williams Secretary LINCOLN UNIVERSITY GLEE CLU13

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LINCOLN NEWS STUDENT INSTRUCTORS LIBRARY STAFF—1929-1930 Mr. Arthur Silver. Librarian