Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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The BACKLOG tee “TWENTY SEVEN 4 a U 5 A 3 AT THE SOUND OF A BELL I hear in the growing darkness the sound of a far-off bell, As it rings in rich, mellow music across many a wooded dell. ’ It brings fresh to me an old picture—sweet memories of bygone days, When I lived by the bell of a college that faithfully guided our ways. The old bell was loyal to duty, and never allowed us to shirk. It called us to dinner or pleasure, and as willingly called us to work. It called us to greet our dear teachers; their smiles—O, I see them to-day! And, somehow, I can’t see a shadow that ever came sneaking our way. It called us to join our most favored, the one most beloved name, For a walk on the college campus or a talk in its hall of fame. It called us to worship on Sunday, with tones just a litttle more clear, For the soul of the hearer was lifted, and its call brought a message more dear. That old bell rang doom to our frolics, as its tones filled the Gym o’er the way, And with hearts full of hope for the morrow we parted to await the new day. Then again it rang doom to our slumber when at six of the longed-for new day We were called to arise and possess it before it should wander away. Dear Old Bell, how we miss your kind warning since out in the warfare of life! But we’re glad to have had your direction to prepare us for duties now rife. ’Tis years since I walked in the shadow of Lipscomb’s old walls and her trees; ’Tis years since I followed my comrades up and down, in and out among these. But the bell holds its old place forever in my heart as I wander around, And it opens an album of pictures when I hear its deep, echoing sound. Though I’m miles from my College this evening and oceans and shores are between, There are scenes that come into my memory as clear as a fine pictured screen. That old bell, I know, is still calling to those who make Lipscomb their choice, And ever its lesson is teaching to all who obey its clear voice. It’s storing up treasures for others in memory’s garden most fair That will lighten the heart of the old man by lifting his burden of care; And the sound of that bell through the ages will quicken his spirit with love, As he thinks of the joys of old Lipscomb—one College all others above. LouIsE G. THOMPSON.

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