Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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I MISSISSIPPI BAPTIST HISTORICAL COMMISSION

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3tt iRrutory of William £ Hollimjamnrth He is dead, (lie beautiful youth, The heart of honor, the tongue of truth, He, the life and light of us all. Whose voice was blithe as a bugle call. Whom all eyes followed with one consent. The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word. Hushed all murmurs of discontent. 1

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HJtflataatppt (Unllrgr (Erntnttttal A. J. Aven Verified is the fact that in childhood are found The embryonic traits which in manhood abound ; That as bent the young twig, so the tree will incline: Is nature’s reaction to action divine. Just a little gray streak is the herald of day, When Phoebus Apollo in purple array, In his oriel rich from his moon-lit berth, In splendor appears to illumine the earth; The Seasons, the Day, and the Month, and the Year Are his retinue kingly befitting his sphere; The stars are his jewels, the clouds are his robe, The dew-drop, his mirror, his journey, the globe; His paeans of victory and triumphs in fight Are synonomous terms of his beauty and light, For he conquers the darkness in heaven’s blue dome, And kindly caresses the ocean’s white foam; The pilgrims rejoice in the brightness of day, And whisper his praises in the w armth of his ray. In a cave of Cyllene, at peep of the morn, Was inventor of musical harmony born; The son of a nymph, and his father, a god, Many wonders he w rought with his magical rod. At the door of the cave, on a tortoise he fell, And the lyre he invented by stringing the shell. The voice and the lyre now united in tune Made a melody perfect, humanity’s boon. See the plant with the lapse of a century grown, Now crowned in its age with an honor its own! The brighter the hues for the passing of time, Its glory, a fragrance and beauty sublime. No flower like this in the bright coral woods Perfuming the streams to the ocean’s deep floods. Hyperborians dwelling in regions of bliss Had no blossom so fair gentle breezes to kiss. From its fountain of strength — with the passing of years — Its nature triumphant in glory appears. Just a century ago, just a century ago, When the minds of a few with spirits aglow, Would establish a school in the love of mankind, For the strength of the body, the spirit, the mind. Its beginning was little, but fertile its soil, And its culture w as true and responsive to toil ; Like the myth of Apollo, divine in its source, But never a blot nor cause of remorse. As the glory and worth of the century bloom Are woven of the air in a heavenly loom, So the worth of the school in the century gone Is the worth of the men with a vision reborn; As the deeds heroic by Mercury done, Were worthy the fame of Jupiter’s son, So is woven the fabric of service begun Of the warp and the woof which the founders had spun. All hail to our College an hundred years crowned, Defender of Faith and in Truth renowned!