Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Alma Mater. In the heart of Carolina, ' Neath its skies of blue, Stands our noble Alma Mater, Glorious to view. Classic in her broad proportions. Looks she proudly down — Reared against the arch of heaven With the stars for crown. CHORUS : Lift the chorus, speed it onward ; Let it never cease! Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Hail, all hail to Peace. Clambering o ' er its walls and columns, Historic ivies twine. As pure love and tenderest memory In our hearts enshrine Days of toil and days of pleasure. Happiness and joy, Hardships, struggles without measure, Days without alloy.

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The Cricket. Little brother at my hearth. Dear to me your simple mirth ! You beguile with cheery stave Winds through wintry night that rave. Yo2i have charm-eA me back the stars Just beyond the pasture-bars, Where in sunset ' s golden light, Killdees flash their rapiers bright. Pale the beryl west, and chill ; Winds the horn upon the hill : Past the bam, in pine-iuoods tall. Makes the oiul his spectre-call. Songs and sports of long ago Ring around the ingle-glow, Conjured by your wizardry, Happy, living, back to me. Sorrow slumbers, and Regret, Clash your tiny castanet : Little brother ai my hearth. Dear to me your simple mirth ! Henry Jerome Stockard.