University of the South - Cap and Gown Yearbook (Sewanee, TN)

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Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? THERE STORMS OF LIFE BURST NOT, NOR CARES INTRUDE with a lovely girl, laughter and light blue sky are a lovely world. Yes, I suppose that that is Sewanee. I did come and I have passed four years there. Certainly you can live a lifetime in four years. And in the years to come those years will be ever alive in the am of what was. As another said to me, You should be grateful. You should be grateful for the spring and for the daffodils in the meado ws, green stems with white cups. It was the morning of your lifetime when you were young and new for under- standing. Up! up! my friend, and quit your books Or surely you ' ll grow double . . . ■ William Wordsworth II

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% m IV, During eight fine games we watched drudgery of learning, and its quick exhilaration, too. They will say there ' s an eagerness in it, but also a dread some- times. Some march through stolidly, unyielding, unchanging, some sneak through, others wrestle with it. still others exalt in it. But one thing stands out sharply: it ' s there for the taking. They will tell you of the life they lead — how it ' s hard sometimes when the lurking grey fog steals out to smother them and when raw wretched cold smacks them down. Work to be done, when is there time? For sure, there ' s no relief inside. It ' s damn hard, then. But wait until the springtime. Pale green and the best weather under the sun. You walk and everyone celebrated. t ' . ' -- . HORSF - -LLftJ KT v S « S t¥-y r - 1 .Wi d «Hp?aHP ' f? ■ i ' ' — ■ y V-. ■ - i k ivf ; ? ' ktj --N ' : M ■Wff and they watched

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The Quadrangle And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy stream. Fern Hill — Dylan Thomas (10-18) 22 November 1%3 Work to be done, when is there time? THERE LEARNING DWELLS