Park University - Narva Yearbook (Parkville, MO)

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MARY HARRISON, Instructor in Latin KATHERINE L. JARVTS, Librariar GEORGE TUGGLE, Supt. of Orchard and Dairy G. F. GRIFFES, Supt. of Printing Office MINNIE L. FREEMAN, Instructor in Home Nursing Superintendent of Hospital

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CART. CONRAD GUISE. A. M„ Assistant in Education and Principal of Academy HOWARD A. DEAN, A. M„ Chemistry ETHEL E. LYON, A. B„ Assistant in English CLAUDE O. RADER, Violin Director of Orchestra NORMAN McCARTY Piano CHARLES H. GRIFFITTS, A. M„ Assistant in Philosophy WALTER F. SANDERS, A. B„ German and Greek EMERY C. FARVER, A. M., Assistant in Mathematics and Astro¬ nomy STELLA McD. THOMPSON, A. B„ Home Economics

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attorning at 4 ar i. As tyrants fled when Freedom’s march began So flees the darkness from approaching day, And Night’s black shackles from the heart of man Fall feebly down before the sun’s first ray. The sky, which had a moment since been gray Blushes to see her lord come into view, And flies to meet him with a countenance gay While fond attendants in their pathway strew Roses of every shade, of every tone and hue. II. See where the mighty Potentates first beam Falls like a wand upon the hilltops green Then lights upon Missouri’s swirling stream Restoring life and beauty to the scene. The hills and wooded valleys in between Spread out their cloaks before their rulers’ feet And kneel beside the pathway of their Queen; And then to make the picture quite complete The white-sailed clouds go by, a slow, majestic fleet. at park i. When Day has drawn the mantle o’er her head And Twilight sinks into the Sea of Night, Missouri’s ribbon’d silver turns to lead Save where some star in golden livery dight Peers down to view his features with delight And leave his image on the silent wave; Or where the city’s brilliant shafts of light Diffuse upon the sands the waters lave A ruddy glow, and seek the eastern sky to pave. II. How dark thy flowing waters, and how few The stars that from the heavens upon thee shine; And mists all but conceal thee from the view Of him, who, worshipping at Evening’s shrine. Seeks to half-fathom all the beauties thine. Mysterious stream! What could thy jetted swell Disclose forest haunt, of sighing pine, Of ponderous mountain crag, or dreamy dell, If it could only speak, its history to tell.