University of Wisconsin Oshkosh - Quiver Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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TIIK HOAD The road of Youth runs straight away. Away, and up toward the Eastern skies; It is the highway wide and firm. And its Joys are the Joys of Paradise. Of Paradise, ere thistles grew. Or Youth, of pain and travail knew; Ere Earth was curst, or hearts grew sere. Ere flaming sword, or Cherubim. And yet I fancy, there is not one. Who weakly sighs for an Eden. gone. The path of Years, hath many a turn. Narrow and dark, with rock and thorn; When the wounded soul doth scarce outlive I he dull slow coming of the morn. Yet out of the depths of the tortuous road. Of starless doubt, and sullen skies. Comes nobler Joy than Eden gave. Sweeter than Youth and its Paradise. A nobler Joy than the Joy of sense. For Life has a sacred recompense In the jagged thorns we have trodden down. Or silently worn as a mocking crown. Though for the laurel, cypress be Ours, and at last Gcthscmcne. Yet whether the road runs in or out. 'That path alone leads up to God. That path alone is sanctified. Which night and day hath been well trod. W. C. Hewitt. Pa are Twenty-eight

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(Eii thus? mini go forth: A BIT OF WISHING May your achievements he so evident that even your modesty will he unable to reduce them to the zero point. May your ideals he vigorous enough to cause you some disquietude. May your faith in the duty of jovousness constantly increase. May you come more and more to see the hidden beauties of summer in the frozen winter. May every positive success and every failure reveal new possibilities of achievement, awaken a desire to realize them, and release strength of will enough to keep you forever in the progressive class. JOHN A. H. KEITH Pair.- Thirty