Trine University - Modulus Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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■BMH THE MODULUS of 1932 Life is the gift of nature; but beautiful living is the gift of wisdom. Greek Adage. 27

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THE MODULUS of 1932 ASSISTANTS B J. KEATING CIVIL M. F. JOHNSON A. J. SKOTTY LABORATORY PERSONNEL WINIFRED R. WAUGH LIBRARIAN JEANETTE ' GREEN SECRETARY TO PRESIDENT MARGARET OSBURN STENOGRAPHER WAVE E. BROWN STENOGRAPHER SARAH KROPACEK SECRETARY TO DEAN LOUISE GABRIEL SECRETARY TO REGISTRAR 26

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THE MODULUS of 1932 . LABOR Pause not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o’er us; Hark! how Creat on’s deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into Heaven! Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing; Never the little seed stops in its growing; Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. Labor is worsh ' p!”—the robin is singing; Labor is worship!”—the wild-bee is ringing; Listen! that eloquent whisper upringing Speaks to thy soul from Nature’s great heart. From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower; From the rough sod blows the soft-breathing flower; From the small insect, the rich coral bower; Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part. Labor is life! ’Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth; Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory!—the flying cloud lightens; Only the waving wing changes and brightens; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens: Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune! Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us ill, Work—and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work—thou shalt ride over Care’s coming b ' llow; Lie not down wearied ’neath Woe’s weeping-willow; Work with a stout heart and resolute will! Labor is health! Lo! the husbandman reaping, How through his veins goes the life-current leaping! How his strong arm, in its stalwart pride sweeping, True as a sunbeam the swift sickle guides! Labor is wealth—in the sea the pearl groweth; Rich the queen’s robe from the frail cocoon floweth; From the fine acorn the strong forest groweth: Temple and statue the marble block hides. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee! Bravely fling off the cold cha : n that hath bound thee! Look to you pure Heaven smiling beyond thee; Rest not content in thy darkness—a clod! Work—for some good, be it ever so slowly; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly; Labor!—all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God! Frances Sargent Osgood 28