Valparaiso University - Beacon / Record Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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SCRAPS. VIRGINIA SMITH-REYNOLDS. What time is there so sadly sweet, When hearts with joy arid sorrow beatz As this day we bid a farewell To places and faces too dear to tell? Farewell to these, that we may go Where mystic voices call us 10w, To play a part on life,s great stage, To bless, 0r blight through every age. As a mighty oak gives its leaves, And Mother Earth the yield receives From zephyrus wind in last call Rejoicing still at one and all. So Valparaiso sends us forth To the bright land that gave us birth, At the summons for the ,16 Class, Oh may We bring worth as we pass. The future we do not know, - But the steps that lead from below Are the present. . We need not fear, If they are strong, wetll mount the stair. Sublimest thought go unexpressed, Though many a tongue do its best, Down in our souls there lies too deep Fore mortal eyes a watch to keep. N ow as we leave this much loved door, If back to come, or nevermore; We promise to her sacred fame, To live ever true to her name. 25

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l ' THE EEEIJR- D-' - --l tSAd astra per asperall is the motto of the ttSunflower StateW But it would be a great deal better if it were the motto of the human race. HImpos- sibletw cried Mirabeau, NNever name to me that bloek-head of a wordf, From the plain fields and low-lands 0f the Avon came the Shakespearean genw ius which has charmed the world. From among the rock-ribbed hills of New Hampshire sprang the most stately of American orators and statesmen, Daniel Webster. From among the crowded ranks of toil, from the homes to which luxury is a stranger have often come the leaders and benefactors of our race. Our Savior came from such a poor and despised home that men doubted that he really was the Christ. The immortal Homer was a blind beggar; ZEsop was a slave and Linnaeus the great naturalist was so poor that he almost starved. Demosthenes transformed his weak voice into a voice that shook the gigantic columns of Athens and moved the hearts of men. NEloquence must have been born with youf, said a friend of J. P. Curran. ttlndeed my dear sir, it was notji replied the orator, H1t was born some three and twenty years after me? The Classic Milton created and dictated ttParadise Lostt, in a world of darkness and derision. Dante while in exile composed his great HEpic of Mediaevalismf the epitome of the life and thought of the Middle Ages. Petraraeh, the incarnation of the Renaissance, wrote, amid vicissitudes, his classic letters to the old worthieseHomer, Cicero, Virgil, and the rest. Thus men rise up thru the ttbolts and bars,, in ages from the past to the future. And they are the men whose names are carved on the sublime Infinite. ttThe gods ordain the lot of man to sufferfi No, the existence of the beauti- ful universe of stars and planets in the great dome over all would never have been known but for the absence of the sun and the darkness of night. So do clouds overshadow our lives in order that we may discover and bring to light the higher and finer qualities that otherwise might sleep forever in darkness. 24

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