Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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John William Provine, Jr. In Memoriam With golden strings my harp is strung, And dulcet strains my harp will give; As Joy and Sorrow mingled live, Mingled are Joy and Sorrow sung. The ways of God we do not know, But Faith sustains the Christian soul, Till Time unroll the mystic scroll, And Light Divine shall inward flow. The morn is calm, no sound is heard, Despair provokes to silent tears, For stalking Plague inspires with fears, And strongest hearts are strangely stirred. September, eighteen ninety-seven, All hearts were sad, no words could tell The gloom that on the village fell, As if Cod ' s wrath were sent from heaven. Mid scenes like these a child was born- A fathers hope, a mother’s joy Were blended in that infant boy, On that resplendent autumn morn. Disease departed, Hope returns, Reaction dissipates the pain; The heart, with courage filled again, To meet its sacred duties yearns. In time the child to manhood grew, And deeds that stir a mortal frame. And guarantee a noble name, Combined he with a purpose true. The college bell, commencement call ! With class assembled on the stage, A man in mind, though boy in age, Behold the Youth beloved by all ! From books to arms. War calls the Youth, And lie regards the call Divine, True manhood knows not to decline A call, when in defense of truth. To country his allegiance sworn, J he youth who truth’s clear vision caught For freedom not for conquest fought, And joyed in hardships bravely borne. Year, nineteen hundred and eighteen, The month, the day, the hour, eleven; “Cease firing” was the order given ; Command obeyed, the world serene! The battles won, no war to wage; The khaki with the epaulette The Soldier dotted, because the debt Of Peace was paid for all the Age. () Love, thy true abiding place Is tender hearts of those who dream; Thou dost unite what separate seem, Dost clothe thy devotees with grace. The worthy Youth a soul sublime To his had knit, by Love’s commands, Joined were their souls, but not their hands. The Shadow veiled him ere the time. God speaks in strange mysterious ways, And calls His own — both young and old— To dwell in realms of bliss untold, Throughout the Age of perfect days. O Youth ! thy foot-steps still I hear, Thy face is still before my eyes, And standing neath the bending skies, Thy voice still greets my listening ear! —A. J. A YEN. Page Twenty -two

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t J. L. Wilson Miss Sharp Senior Class Officers J. L. Wilson President Miss Lora Sharp Sponsor B. R. Albritton Vice-President J. C. Wells Secretory-Treasurer E. C. Fleming Historian G. E. Williams Prophet W. F. Taylor Poet Page Twenty-four