Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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We ' ve heard of other colleges, Or have seen a few, maybe. Have waited ' neath their portals For an M. A. or A. B. We have heard of Lab equipment And a Gym which might excel, But we do not care a copper Since we love our own so well. We have heard of larger buildings. And of greater campus space, But where the hearts were bigger Well — we ' ve never found that place. Not a place where right seemed stronger Where the spirit seemed so clear. Where the golden rule seemed brighter, Or the fellowship so dear. Not a place where wits were sharper Where greater talent seemed to reign- From the Hall of Elocution To the rapid foot-ball game. No, we ' ve never found a single spot Upon the world ' s old face That fills our hearts as Wesleyan Of dear old Uni. Place. — Miss Abbott.

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0, Tiohle Wesleyan Spirit, J rd tficunedLr, Hnd on this, cur eruleavor, Uy tky hdnd, ikjuimile. t)iy smile, dnJ Iredthe the while tky hind Rpttroval. Witk earnest kedrts, weve sou Vo iky jpledsure. ovr WLlh a. j? uTp se eZea.y» ' Xc seek ani fini iVy rarest fveasurc. T Jy Love%tky kumoysfayieies, triah, Ueals, tliy Wc rl, tky j hy,anldll thd ocs to maV tliefi W at thou art 0, klynx lUa,tcr, spirit 0 t)ie sunflower t e piaiu, deeaj t ?ar Earnest cffffrt, Btnl lei our yibyntsJar oCXeYL Ipytliee, he stej jpln stcnes ti end tkee Tff iVy greater l ' ry-

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' Twas midst of night; no moon, no stais, im sim. My little bark my soul within was tossed I closed my eyes On doubts and wonderings, mountains high to me. in terror wild Not over strong my bark, the haven far. j scarce could ' feel I strove in vain to pierce the smothering gloom; j j little craft I could not pray. I had forgotten how n f -i-i, u +1, The Father ' s heart could see and guide and calm - ' beneath. The storm. A sound! A bflll Ldw, clear and ringing true! 0 Teacher, Priest and Prophet, faithful Friend Of weakness. ' Twas thy voice with cheer for me. 1 dared to look. Above me in the mist A light shone warm and mellow, strong and clear, My doubtings vanished, for it was the light Thy brave, sweet life and tender counsel gave. It guided home. — H. F. B.