University of Notre Dame - Dome Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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another gestured, the things one did at this time. This is one moment, one hour, one day; there will be countless others. But at this time the men rise and are a part of you, and you of them. So know them, and you will be known. Remember that this is lasting, that you will keep the memory of a friend forever, as if you had walked alone with him in the world. When the things of time pass, the things of no-time remain, and friend is one. Know man, separately, surely, and you will know all men and their meaning. 29

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Look up today, brother, look up and out into the faces of your friends. Know them well, see the various shapes of them, the color of their hair and eyes, the strength of their laughing, and try to know the ways of their souls. Remember this day, this moment; its time and place will come back to you in the later days. Its feeling, the gathering of the men who are your friends and brothers, laughing, drinking, with you, saying the words of gathered men this feeling will well up some day and you will be glad to remember the way one talked, how one smiled or nodded his head, how 28

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TARA HALL an old man sits in re- fracted morning sunlight; the room, solemn with an aged loss, is empty but for him. He lowers his hand to the harp, hesi- tantly, and touches a string; its sound crashes in the stillness, quavering, tremulous, and chords the past. The memory of the man gropes back with the sound, back to the end of time: a soldier, two lovers, a saint, forgotten people, all stir in the broken light. And the shapes and shades of the things he knew, and has done, live again on the waver of sound: a face, laughing, people coming and passing on the streets, a woman ' s voice, vibrant and velvet, speaking the unmeant words, No, no, it cannot be. The sound of the note dies; the sunlight streams clear, the shadows, the memories, withdraw into nothingness. The old man, conscious of the loss, then knows with a sudden striking the ultimate tragedy and triumph of all men, that the hand which brought him into being will also reclaim him. The man reflects, valuing, before he rises: I have been a man of the earth, knowing other men and the earth ' s things; I have been a seeker, a fighter, have loved my friend and brother, I have known the flood of the ages. I have lived and have known. 30