University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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14 THE REDWOOD iN the: sweat or thy brow (VAI EDICTORY ode) ODAY we stand at the parting ways — Our youth behind us, our life before — We give to the future a hopeful gaze, And a sigh to the days of yore. We give a sigh to the days of yore, To the friends we are leaving, whose hearts we love, As we fix our eyes on the life before, And our hearts on the God above. Oh God of power and God of anight Great God of mercy and love for men Strengthen us Lor d for the bitter fight Strengthen otir hearts for the fight — and then Make us remember that thou hast said ' ' In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy breads Today we stand at the parting ways — As we turn to the future our hearts beat high — But to meet the strife of the coming days We yearn for a battle cry; A cry that will make us strong and true, A cry that will steel us, heart and will. To do the thing that we have to do Be our fortune good or ill.

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THE REDWOOD 13 have to do hard work. Everybody laughed and echoed the sentiment. The conversation took a turn and the kindness of the respective teachers was discussed to some length, when above the din I managed to hear: Well, I don ' t care what anybody says, as much as we have kicked about him, he has been a very fine Vice President, and nobody knows it better than we do. In the midst of this chatter, the bell rang and they all scampered oflF to class, swearing to catch the first train after the exercises or die in the attempt. I thought it very ungrateful of them to want to get away in such a hurry from a place that had been so much to them. So I determined to watch their depart- ure with interest. The exercises were over, and the orchestra had commenced to play Home, Sweet Home, when I slipped out to catch a glimpse of the boys of the senior class rushiug madly for their respective trains. I waited and watched in vain. For the greater number of students had bid their hurried farewells to the Fathers, hoping to see them next year, and had taken their departure. I was nervous and disappointed so I took a stroll from the garden to the campus, when, behold! emerging from the chapel, I saw what I thought at first glance to be a funeral procession, — but it was no other than the senior class. I followed them as they filed slowly into the garden and assembled around the shrine of the Sacred Heart. A moment of prayer and each wandered ofi to some favorite spot to take a loving look and say perhaps a last good-bye. These were the ungrateful, heartless boys that were going to catch the first train. I smiled. One by one they returned to the front door where some of the good Fathers were waiting to say good-bye and give them their last ad- vice and blessing. I stood by and and watched them take those silent farewells, but somehow the wind blew the water from the gardner ' s hose into my face and my sight was blurred. The evening shadows stole quietly over the garden, the Mission bells pealed out the Angelus, the clock in the tower struck six; and the doors closed behind the class of nineteen hundred and nine forever. I gazed after them and they had all turned instinctively to look up at the old clock that had ticked away so many pleasant hours. So shall it be till the end of time. The Mission bells will still ring out, the old clock in the tower still chime away the hours; but to the boys who have just left the shelter of the dear old Mission walls, these things will be but memories, — fond, sweet memories. Desmond B. Gallagher, ' 12.

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THE REDWOOD 15 Oh God of power and God of mighty Great God of mercy and love for men Strengthen us, Lord, for the bitter fight, Strengthen our hearts for the fight — and then Make us remember that Thoji hast said ' ' ' ' In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy bread ' ' ' ' In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy bread. Our God has spoken. His children hear. And humbly we say as we bow the head, Our battle cry is here. In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat — ' twas thus The Master spake and His word is true. A man is a man for the things he does, Make us men in the things we do. Oh, God of power and God of might. Great God of mercy and love for men, Strejtgthen us, Lord, for the bitter fight. Strengthen our hearts for the fight — and then Make us remember that thou hast said, ' ' ' ' In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy breads Maurice T. Dooling Jr. ' 09