Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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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.

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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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The gates of Life swung open and he entered in. We did not hear the rustle of the snowy wings which bore him hence; we only knew that sorrow laid his heavy hand upon our heai ' ts with crush- ing weight. We loved him. How well we knew the slow, sweet smile; the life-giving flash in those clear eye.s which looked out upon the world with wide-seeing vision; the fear- less spirit whose strength was as of ten because his heart was puT ' e; the gentleness, the kindness and yet withal a justice so unswerv- ing that men were held to the truth through him. Thrice blessed Wesleyan — to have known, to have loved and to have been loved by him. He stood for life, for strength, for purity, for struggle — not for death. And to each, he lives — the same benign, sweet, majestic presence as of old, a life which sheds abroad its sweetness as the fragrance of the flowers from Paradise. — Effie Haskins Abbott. When we consider how his life was spent In quiet usefulness, in this dark world of ours, In showing us the rainbow thru the showers; When we consider how his pres- ence lent An air of cheerfulness and sweec content, A wistful fragrance as of spring- iir,ic fiov eis. Which breathed of hidden strength fiom unseen Pow- ers And SDok a li o on holy service bent, Then are our hearts with heav- er! 7 caln ' .ness filled And all our souls with new-born hops aie thrilled. Our restless spirits, uncontrolled, are stilled. Our lives are moulded on a grander plan. Altho he lived with us but for a span, The world now bows in reverence to our Giand Old Man. — Marion Shrode.