Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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 J . Uream While passing through a lighted hall, I saw a picture, wondrous fair, A mother’s fondest hope, and all Her tender love were painted there. ’Twas evening and the light was low, A little child with golden hair Knelt at her side with earnest bow To say his simple evening prayer. But as I watched the gentle love Which shone from out that mother’s face, The scene before me seemed to move, 1 looked upon another place. A hundred hearts were beating high, A hundred lights were burning bright, I knew a joyous hour was nigh, ’Twas happy gay commencement night. The mother, sitting there aside, Looked out upon her own dear son, And as she gazed, a look of pride Upon her tender features shone. But once I saw a change again. I looked into a cabin door, There stood a tall and goodly man, And there the mother as before. He held her hand in silent tears. I almost thought 1 heard her sigh As calmly she controlled her fears, And breathed a sorrowful good bye. The picture vanished like a sheen Of mist upon a sunny sea, And then I knew that I had seen The portrait of reality. O happy days of youthful joy, That far too quickly pass away, Teach us that while we life enjoy, We later may rejoice to say, “In love and kindness have I tried Each day to live as best 1 might, To throw all wantoness aside And stand in virtue, truth, and right.” —F. R.