Weaver College - Mountaineer Yearbook (Weaverville, NC)

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■r A Song Hark ! Within my sparkling depths Lie stories long untold. Of youthful maids with burnished skins And warriors brave and bold. All these have long since passed away. Their tales I only know. The tales of love, the hunt and war. They told me long ago. Others have come since they have gone, A tribe that ' s dear to me, The dearest friends I ' ve ever had. They cling to my memory. Wigwams have changed to college halls, Council fires are no more, Hut life remains and is the same As in those days of yore. hen the long, long day is over. And shades of evening fall, They gather in the twilight. In answer to my call. And they tell me all their troubles, Joys, sorrows, toil, and care. Thus they tell me of their college And all that is found there. Within these walls the chiefs assembled, Teach daily without fail. The crafts and arts that braves may learn Knowledge of the unbroken trail. And thus each year leads on to the next As water flow s on to the sea. May God guide their barks to the sea of success, These friends so dear to me. ( Selected ) Pace 26

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SENIORS

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: cMfssJp eeta Smith ( y oponsor for Senior Class