Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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Eehinaturp Honour thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the land u'h1'ch the Lord thy God giveth thee. Once, mid life's great rolling tide We pause to think, and turn aside, To ponder on the things that be: Why we exist in this, life's sea. Ah, we need not seek so far For those who made us what we are. In eyes of love We see the light Which shines for us both day and night. Yes, it's Mother sitting there, And Father bending o'er her chair. That happy picture which we see Will shine thru all eternity! So in love, we dedicate Our book to those Whom kindly fate Decreed our parents fond should be Revere and love them as do we.

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