Meredith College - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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CI oenior L lass roem flrd to the caz ' c of an ancient seer, Through tJic fog and rain, zeiirrc figlit All the hosts of Dark; and a llunnpiiuj fear Had gripped niv heart, for aroiuid and near JJ ' ere snarling the beasts of night. I er()iiehed nie loie at the feet of the sage; On iii broie lie laid liis hand. While his lips moved soft i ith the love of age — rcnicmhcrcd no more the hnngry rage Of goblins in all that land. Then, silent, he lead me to ca ' ern door. And pointed a way to the right. When, lo! in the sky. all dark before. There glittered a brightness. Said he Nevermore Snarl ' round you the beasts of night! So I kissed his hand and I said. Ailieu. O sage of the heart of youth. But he called nie back as he said To fe-n. ' I zvhisper my name that I tell to you — The Seer of the Crescent of Truth. Azeay o-eer hills and dales I sped To follow the glowing gleam. Far off in the forest, among the dead. The goblins devour the dying, ' tis said. Who sleep iji the dark)icss and dream. Shine ever. rounding crescent, shine, Illumine the zvay of youth. I journey no longer by other sign. I pour out my iiwense before tJiy sliriih 0. Seer of the Crescent of Truth! 24

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pleasant hour to e ery Junior. Often To the class of our dear old nineteen- eleven greeted the ears of those who chanced tn pass our place of meeting. And now, we are in the midst of what we saw during the three x-ears respectively: first as glory, second as the realization of a dream, and last as the attainment of a well-earned title — Seniority. And what d(ies it actually hring? Is it joy alone, nr is it merel - work? The answer is neither, for we ha -e now, as in other )-ears, joy and work intermingled. Sometimes the work is hard, hut hard tasks are soon forgotten in such delightful exjieriences as a fairv-like trip to the Wake Forest Baraca Reception, or a pleasant e ening at A. M. The forward look, so characteristic of the college girl from the time she enters college, grows on us now as the Senior year draws to its close, and we wonder liow it will actually seem to be out in the world. Even as we w under, a feeling of greater iov comes to us, for we realize that witli the change comes the chance to live a more acti ' e and useful life which alone can cruwn our happy college days. 23

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PARTING HYMN. Dedicated to tlie Class of 1911. S. E. Da 1. F;i - tiler, we ' ve re:iclic(l the 2. Our God, we bow belbie -m- -2=4= L-fc4=t: jiart - in f of the ways, thy feet, con - less - ing It; - =-- ;tz: iife -J -4S 1 — 1 — -1 w c -• -In For Teach 7 Thou hast - er and -C ■ « V ■ — a-T— n ■ led taught, r ' ■ 1 our we » — r : =! • ■ gra - eious Al - nia crave a - like Thy s 4? ? - ■-] - 1 fi. 1 Ma - ter, bless • ing, i V-b— 1 — t ;! Lp. — » — - r JL. 1 1 1 . ; 1 ;=!=;= mmm .12- As On she led un - tried 3«(; -5 ■ US I laths To Thee the iiraise al - way. we still will trust in Thee. -tt -» , Itl s - A - men. I — ff » — I — =5 1 r-c —