Montana State University - Sentinel Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

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Alma Mater Arches arc built for proud triumphs. Where pride shattered slaves, too. must bend. Arches are sometimes for service. But my arch is only a friend. The sun flecks my hair with its gold dust In patterns of tremulous light. The rain and the snow wet my eyelids. The dew is my cover at night. My leaves are a tremble with longing To share in the pleasures and cares Of those who pass under my shadow. My heart throbbing fondly with theirs. Rejoicing in glad shouts of laughter. Downcast by an unhappy face. With arms of live green all encircling I comfort in close-held embrace. Tears falling for those who are leaving. I hey see not and seem not to know That fear which to me is foreboding Lest memories, too. soon may go. But closely entwined I have held them Those memories dear to us all. And along the bent path of the future. Soft, velvety petals, they ' ll fall. - Ki i n ( ' . Qakn wvay.