Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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rabitat B lEbill] ®tmbrrlakp Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year. Byron. Busie Crp iHriElrny ' Tis good to be witty and wise. Chapman. ffiosa iHimgrr The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master ' s spell. Rogers. The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. Wordsworth. ilaabrUr atrtrk I can do with my pencil what I know, What I see, what at the bottom of my heart I wish for. Browning.

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' Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file. Bring diad ems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will. Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. [HE wind laden with the fragrance of pink and white apple blossoms, and full of the life-giving odors of spring blew softly over me as I sat at the window looking out into the dim silence of the night. As I watched the slowly rising moon, I began to realize that to-morrow was Commencement, and before me rose a pi 5 ure of the Chapel, bright with the morning sunlight; the people, the long rows of smiling, eager girls ; and last of all the five graduates in their white dresses, with their arms full of flowers receiving their diplomas the tokens of long, arduous and faithful work. I wondered if they were not building lofty and brilliant castles in the air, if their dreams of the future were not all golden and rose color; an d then came the thought — what in reality does life hold for them? Dreamily I murmured, What will they accept from the Daughters of Time, fagots or diadems? Silently a cloud-like haze enveloped me, and I was in some high, unknown sphere looking down upon the ebb and flow of human life, all misty and dim. As I gazed in awe and wonder, one scene shone out clear and distind , as though the shadowy curtain had been suddenly drawn aside. Before me arose the campus of a noted university. Students are scattered through the inviting grounds. To one side a group has gathered around one in whom I recognize an old acquaintance. Yes, Edith it