North Central College - Spectrum Yearbook (Naperville, IL)

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Page Four illlrmnrgki Girihuie Miss M. S. BUCKS. O rest thee, rest, our Noble Dead, our Hero true, Loved Teacher, Comrade dear, our Friend. Thy work on Earth Is grandly done. In realms beyond the azure blue, Behold Heaven's glory, the radiance fair of Perfect Day. For thee we'd weave the choicest garland, rich and rare, Kind Memory's tribute, sweetest, rarest flowers of thought. Weld breathe a symphony, with kindest memories fraught, Whose music flows in sweet, majestic cadences. Thy form, thy step, thy kindly voice, thy winsome smile We sadly miss within these halls. Yet, ever shall The influence of thy noble life that knew no guile, Shed radiance warm, a kindly benediction prove. In life's own page thy memory doth live enshrined. Thy simple life, thy simple faith hath sight become, Through the dear might of Him who walked of yore, the waves 3 In triumph thou hast risen beyond the jeweled dome. Thou who didst know so well the language of the Howers, Didst live so close to God, through Nature's message true, Today, art happier far in yonder blissful bowersg Dost sweetly understand Heaven's rarer language pure. Thy weary feet now walk the streets of shining gold. In the glad unfolding of the morn beyond the sky, Thou holdest converse sweet with Him of whom we're told, He9s the Lily of the Valley, f'The Bright and Morning Star. Tho ,tis hard to understand, we would not question, Why? For a loving Wisdom worketh in the end-His will. Thy will be done, we pray. In Thy sweet Bye and Bye, We'll fully understand, Thou doest all things well.

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A Quiet Spot on the Dupage Page Tlzree

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Professor Levi M. Umhach To the Memory of a Teacher and Friend, who for thirty-three years faithfully served Our School, We, the Senior Class, gratefully dedicate this volume. V Page Fifve