Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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[1891-1922] Page Six

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Page Five [1891-1922] HG. UTE DEDICATION A woman’s rank Lies in the fulness of her womanhood; Therein alone she is royal.” to Mrs. Margaret Lipscomb, one of God’s worthy women, ripe in years and wisdom and goodness, and faithful in every relationship, whose life has been a light and a benediction to the students of David Lipscomb College, the S.nior Class of nineteen hundred and twenty-two, with the greatest respect and highest admiration, dedicate this annual. ‘Give her the fruit of her hands, And let her works praise her in the gates.’ TTT TT HMAC VTATUATA ATCT THULE SA UAL OOO RAAT AS AEA UAT RONG GOO EAROAOADEOOUGDESUNOGUOUOOUOOSOOAUOGOOEOOUOOOOOEOGOODOODEODSODEOUGOGEOUEOUOASUOGEOOQOUONODuOUEODEOGEOOCOLEOOEOOONOqOONND Ni CHO

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[1891-1922] AL. J, TRYSTING PRAYER Near a rugged, crag-crowned highway, In the far-off storied lands, Gray with age and lichen-laden, A wondrous old cathedral stands. And each day world-wandering travelers Through its massive portals go, To behold the ancient beauty That was wrought there long ago. Through the corridors and stairways, And the dimly-lighted aisles, Viewing arches, statues, paintings, The wondering procession files. But when sounds the solemn tolling Of the bell through evening’s air, Round the altar group the tourists, There to kneel in silent prayer. Thus is Life a great cathedral, Where men meet from every clime; B ut we wander from each other In the winding aisles of Time. On the dark and broken stairway, As we stray from room to room, 4 Oft we miss cur way and stumble, Miss each other in the gloom. Let us have a trysting station, In these crumbling walls of Time, When, by faith we may assemble, When the spirit’s prayer-bells chime. Heart-hands reaching through the distance Find and clasp each other there, Unheard voices rise together At the sacred shrine of prayer. CHARLES R. BREWER. Page Seven