Pratt Institute - Prattonia Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The New Embarkation The day of all days is beginning, The wind of the morning blows fair, The fruits we soon hope to be winning Are scenting the sweet morning air. Glad dreams through young years of clear vision Allure us to make no delay, But to hasten with hope and decision, Alma Mater stil] lighting the way. A moment our life-bark now lingers While swift waves are urging its stern As a little child’s quick moving fingers The mother’s face fondle in turn. Then with moving of gay attired masses, With exchange of good wishes and cheer, The column of argonauts passes, For the time of departure is here. Now sails on their halyards are straining, The anchors are weighed at command; The speed of our fleet bark is gaining, The world becomes sea and not land. All faces look straight toward tomorrow, The day with a radiance so bright It obscures every token of sorrow, And we hail it with fondest delight. —Poem by Srure H. NE son.

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