University of Connecticut - Nutmeg Yearbook (Storrs, CT)

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Bvhiratinn In warm appreciation of Mrs. Louise Crombie Beach H friend, counsellor, and inspiration for a whole college, we Dedicate The 1925 Nutmeg - There was a builder wrought in stone His deep and brooding heart, Beneath the living rock were thrown VVith homely fashioned art The slow foundations men have known VVho sit in faith apart. In after years men gauged the truth Of the work that he had done. He touched the awkwardness of youth VVith flame from the central sun- Building from stones, rough-hewn, uncouth, He foiled oblivion. Men fight their battles, make their stand, And face the certain strife .... To have and hold in any land A man must close with life, Yet the hand that steadies a man's sword-hand Is mother. maid, or wife. Precept on precept, line on line, The temple grew complete: It stood a perfect thing divine, All human and all sweet, For the builder knew of ailonely shrine And knelt there at her feet,