West Virginia University - Monticola Yearbook (Morgantown, WV)

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r H SHU Call out the roll : each name a star, Each star a poem nobler far Than anght in my poor powers; And if unknown there be Asleep in some far distant place A lad whose name we cannot trace — Some unknown lad of ours — () hid, this line ' s for thee! This A-dii in some fai- future day With reverent hands we ' ll law away, But still these stars shall beam Above our campus old And in our hearts for evermore Until upon some i-adiant shore All stars of blue shall slcam IJeside them, turned in rold. DIRGE. How the campus lacks their fret, For we never more shall meet Them on the Circle, in the hall, Greet them vever more at all; Woodbiini iraih for them to come, WooclliKni icaifs, her voice is dumb. How the plaec is eUanfied today Since the hour tliri; went away! III. These .stars are all of equal size, Made so by equal sacrifice : No less or pireater lipfht In the Brotherhood of Death. The deeds by which they won the star Recorded were by a Registrar Across the sky of night While angels held their breath. Nor does their star at all depend Upon the place that saw the end Of all they had to give, Of all they had to pay — On field of France, in cantonment, In hospital, where ' er was spent (That honor still might live) Their last, their last great day. Some walked with us these college ways For years and gained the scholar ' s praise; Some tarried but a space Until their finals came; But who shall sa - when patriots fall That place is not alike for all In God ' s eternal grace And time ' s eternal fame? V u

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yg L4 Sl STARS OF GOLD With cheers for evei-y star, we flung Our flag a year ago and sung The songs of marching men ; And all the season through We proudly filled the flag with stars Until they crowded field and bars, And still we cheer ' d — for then Our stars were all of blue But now in silence do we raise Another flag too dear for praise, And every head we bow And for awhile withhold Our cheers for banners filled with blue: Another color shineth through The field and bars — for now These stars have turned to gold. The night brings out the stars we say : And now behold a Milky Way The night of war hath blazed Across the heaven ' s gate — A belt of glory made of names That shine forever steady flames, Forever to be praised, Above our Mountain State. BlIWE. How tilt place is changed today Since the hour they went away! Chanyed the hopes of those they left, Hopes of those that loved them best! Broken is the golden howl, Broken too the mother-soul Who despite her pride and trust Wailcth ever, Dust to dust! II. We call the roll, and every name Says Here! from out the cloudless flame Where Glory ' s banner waves In folds that never fade. Call out the roll, so long and fair. It sounds like distant words of pi-ayer Above their sacred graves Where ' er their bones are laid. r V u C M

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JSr SL.TJ ' : ASl I DIRGE. Iliiir lln liills sltnJ] hi ' iss llicir voice M ' lini ijiir liisfii moi rrjoice Siii( in( xdiii s of ii-orl; or phiij In the new and beiler day! How the Steite shall miss them ichen She shall nerd the strcvgth of men! Iliiic tht h((irt of lovr shedl wait LoiHj. so loni , (it the open gate! w V u IV. A liaiincr Illue and (ii)l(l. I wceu. Is (lr(ii)i)oil hy spii ' it-hands unseen Toniirht upon the mound Where eaeh his rest doth keep ; Abo -e eacli c:rave that spirit bends And whis]iei ' s. Alma Mater sends M( here to Idess the ground Wli( rr son of hers doth sleep! The o:rass shall grow and roses blow, And time assuage the grief we know, But eaeh returning year When Mareh comes round anew That spirit shall its visit keep Above eaeh grave to watch and weep And plant the banner there, The ilag of Gold and Blue. The grass shall fail, the rose shall fall. The ancient wind shall o ' er them call In Winters far away W hen we shall l)e forgot, lUi.t Alma Mater still shall go In spirit where her sons lie low. Till she herself decay And all that is is not. PAEAN. How the irorld has Inipt to tii ht Into daij fro7n out the night! How the world, redeemed anew, Sees at la.ft its dreams come true; Dreams of poets and of seers. Dreamed through immemorial years! How the Nations rise and sing Praises to Jehovah, King, Him Who rideth on the storm, Who upholdeth ivith. His arm! God of earth arid sky and sea. These our men we leave with, thee! 14 fc l m