Seton Hall University - Galleon Yearbook (South Orange, NJ)

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Lips may whisper love’s soft greeting , Or endearing terms unfold, But the heart holds many hidden, Fonder still, — yet seldom told. For the heart has countless chambers That the lips can rarely sound, Here it is love’s deepest feelings, Fondest hopes are ever found. Oh how well these hearts remember All their little dreaming days, And the hands that softly held them , — Led them in their stumbling ways. Little steps we later fashioned, In those years beyond recall, Little hours of childish triumph , — Ho iv they loved and blessed them all. Bearing all our little failings, Through the flight of passing years, Living just to hear our laughter, And to hush our tiny tears. Now ivith Time’s impatient fingers Touching all that once teas fair, On their days there comes a quiet , — Spray of silver tints the hair. Hands that once so gently held us Now unveil the toil of years, And the eyes bespeak the sorrow That was often told in tears. Oh great souls, for all your labors, All your God -like love and care, Take our lowly tear fid tribute , — Heart-felt, loving, grateful prayer.

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Herein dwelt those we scarce began to know When Time crept tip and softly whispered Go!”

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' ' Grave is the Master’s look ; his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles , prints of worrying cares; Uneasy lies the heads of all that rule, His worst of all rvhose kingdom is a school. Supreme he sits ; before the awful frown That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down.