Sargent School of Boston University - Sargenta Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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A .1 ttf SQBGENTQ - fa g gt 07599 N965 THE LAST DAY E never dared to hope that it would come- This day of which we dreamed so long-to us, Nor ever thought that we would stand here t As graduates. And now, uneasy, dumb. When we would say our thanks, the task we shirk Like some unpleasant duty, some hard work. And yet the thought is there, is good, is real, lf only thought and speech would half combine! But here we stand, like pilgrims at a shrine. Unable quite, to say the things we feel. Today you call us graduates, and yet VVC never have been younger in our lives. 1 lfxperience will laugh, while all the world contrives To beat us, if, bewildered, we forget The teachings you so constantly have drilled And sought to have us grasp and hold. Your work we know, and gratitude untold We feel. The faith by you instilled Says to us strongly, All success is yours If you but aim for heaveng nor let your goal Fall lower while you live. And so the whole Vague future has no terrors. To be doers Of great things we aspire, nor do we dread What waits us, as this moment now at hand! VVe cannot voice our thanks, but as we stand I--Iere at your feet, we promise, that instead Of empty words and pretty, lofty phrases, Our work shall tell our love, and swell your praises. L. C. P., 16 hus 1920 S 4 www I 1 x Q V in L afws tits?

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