North Central College - Spectrum Yearbook (Naperville, IL)

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iflnuifz igarahizr Professor O. M. Albig. Our ehildhood's paradise is lost. XVe stand and peer into the dark The brightest gems of memory And ask the meaning of a life Gleam from our golden infaney. NVith all its pain, sorrow and strife. The traveling brook, the meadow green, NVe are the vietims of our doubts. The orehard bloom, the lea ty trees. We do no reason from the past The tlowers that bowed to the passing breeze, That light must ever shadows east The garden path, how dear are these! And day dawns do not always last. They are bound to our hearts with links ot gold: NVe would our lives were shadowless lve love them still as in days of old. As ehildhood's dream of happiness. Our childhood paradise is lost. lt seems some seaward rolling' tide, The sunny skies ot youthful May XYhose rush ot waters we have heard -Rnd in the veiline' darkness feared, Have been replaeed by sombre gray. i O T r .0 Something' has stolen the gladness away. Hesistless bears us on, and whither? Oh, where are The elouds with glory filled? Yet, when the darkness disappears, Oh, where is the gold the sunsets spilled T? When rainbows play amidst our tears Oh, where are the eastles we used to build? XYhen human hope allays our tears, Oh, where are the dreams that always thrilled L03 Stiawaul ,-OHS 3, 01-ysml 1-100451 And why are those visions untultilled ? 'l'lmf, Item-S ug with it unto God, Lililg 0114? lWSiCl.0 l0Y0'S fll'PSiflP, The silver? musie ot' the stream XVe are seeing now the shadows east ls ehanged where torrents leap to foa BV the light that streams from the happy past. But, there the rainbow hath its home, Let lllf? past lil' IJHST2 Tl1Q1'9lS El 1U11T1lFU, TOO. 'Php l1pi2g'l1f Pyfqjpllptigg bqjyy SQQ11 'Tis grand to live and onward go NVhene'er thru Nature's falling tem-S Like rivers that forever tlow The sunlight weleome smile appears. Qo do ut lt turn, thru all our years, Toward the oeean-grand to know , s 42 iWl t ' r betide yet God is 0'ood That thus we move toward a sea, T mt te e it O, . t O . ,N , A Sh01'eleSS Sea'-e'fel'11iTY. And man to a higher life is wooed. 17

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Within our l'llilt'llltlUll.S paraclistg- On mountain top wr yiow tho plain. A se-1-nliiig' st rvamli-t hail its sonrvo, Ahoyv tho vloucls wi- lrarn at last A stri-amli-t whosv ini-rt-asing' l'or4-if 'Why light must oyvr shadows vast. No human pow:-r 4-an hri-ali or stay. Tha golfl ot' God is on tho hills. lt hoimfls away with joyous lvapg Tho silyor rivi-rs throacl tho plain. 'l'ht-n rats its way with stvatly swoop Tho playful st-a wa ws hri-ali in vain, 'llowaril tho flt,'t'2llliS homnlh-ss drop, Tlwir wild spray falling havli as rain Whosi- Slll'5l'll1g1' swvll aml mighty roll How warm tho svcin- with lovo anil light ltlinils soh-mn who in tho soul. NYhon soon from snrh traiisrvinloiit ln-ight! So do tho gray st.-as ponml anfl griinil. This is tho moaning' ot' a litv. .Xml wo, who on this nf-arvr shorv XV41 must traiist-4-nel om' liiinlri-ml vloil 'llm-ar nothing' hut thi- ominous roar -Xml vomprvlionil tho Iiiying' tloil. UI' Um-an, fvar to hravv tho sm-t Ours is tho ln-ritag'o ol' ligglit. ,Xml turmoil ot' thi- hrm-alivrs war: Tho spirit that mlisilains to riso VXVIIUN, lilw swi-ot musir watti-il tar, 'l'o 4-wry aspiration mlivs. Floats o'vr thi- iiitwvoiiiiigg' har NVQ art- iiitt-inlml lor tho skit-s. t' spam- anfl timi- tht- still small Voivv Ulf all tho mighty vosmir plan Ut God, and in llis l'Ull1'?lg1'1' we rojoim-. Huprvnio, transroinliiig' all, is man. t'o11lcl wi- hut mount allow tho rloumls, Flo, prvssing' on, wo tnllvr livo Ur, lilu- tho vagrlv. talw our tiight, Till lift' in mls-ath shall ho vomplott- Piorving to t'aith's suhlimvst hoight, Anil darkness 'vanish in thftlfat. 'ouhl wi- with voiiragrv riso to tincl Blount up, my soul, to know thy God! Our kinship with tht- moving Tll0llg'lll', ltltornal dawn is on tho hills. Whit.-li all this 4-osmiv g'l'2l,llilttlll' wrouglit A vision of tfl:flllg'Ul1tfl' lills Anal hrvath ot mortal man hogot, Tho 1-loiul-voilocl sky, and ho who w Hur hoarts would worship and anloro Nay tinil again loyois parailism- lic-foro thc 'llhronv forovormorm-. By mounting' upward to tht- skit-s. 13