Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1858-08-13
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not been to us To you, sir, our cOur
). seller and tried friend, We bring our lit.
offering; triiling it may seem, but it
warm and pure, fresh from the CLOWN
u altar of our hearts-our full, deep thank:
u To you, kind farewell
i To you, esteemed sir, from whose hand
. We shall receive the honors bestowed b.
!, our Alma Mater, we tender our cordia
thanks, and with those thanks heartfelt
: desire that long years of effort in you
chosen spot Of toll may be crowned with
; rich reward
And to the President elect, we would
extend warm greeting to new sphere
> upon tried ground Accept. with on,
hearty welcome, an earnest wish that your:
may be life filled up with usefulness and
happiness, extending far down beyond
> life's mellow autumn time-an influence
> which shall live long after, in obedience
to the welcome "Comc up higher" the
silyery crown of glory which Lifc's winter
brings shall be lain asidc for the coronet
of Immortality.
I And to our beloved Principal. but
we would pause ere for ever we sunder the
associations which daily have been weav-
ing their ties around our hearts Into
this hour are crowded thoughts which shall
live when absence, time, and change have
done their work. Into this farewell, is
pressed deep sadness and warm gratitude.
I T. o..VsUu pasu mas
seemed all rough and dark, the goal far
beyond our reach, when, painting and
faint, We have almost sunk in dependency,
your words of encouragement have thrown
fresh energy into our efforts. When our
steps have faltered, you have pointed to
the end, which, with its chaplet, stood to
crown the labor. And to some Of US, there
have been moments when, from out the
curtains of atiliction, we have looked with
weary gaze upon the things of earth, which
seemed fast passing from our view-when
the restless spirit has chafed against the
prison bars Of mortality, piuirg to "fy
away and be at rest" Then have your
love and sympathy, whispering of the glo-
rious beyond, fallen as soothing balm and
throughout our lives will its lragancc lin
ger in the inner sanctuary. For every
word of cheer and act of kindness, for
every earnest effort to extend the basis for
characters of usefulness, for every anxious
thought for our success, and every step
which by your guidance We have trodden
in higher paths, from our hearts depths
we thank you, and 90 forth with fervent
prayer for an hundred fold of blessing
upon your pathway. The rcaping time Of
the earth with all its golden wealth has
lust yielded to the toll worn sower rich
reward: to you this is harvest day Of
years of labor Weary not, as, in storm
or sunshine, you cast forth the seed and
at the grea. Harvest Home, may you come
bearing many bright sheaves, gathered for
the garner Of Eternal Life. o, that when
from your labors you shall rest, and our
seats in life's classroom shall be vacant,
We may meet, not where, each year, ties
dear as life are drawn, but where, with
the studies which angels love for our
theme, we shall experience an unendirg
communion, shadowed by no thought of
farewell.
Nor would VIC pass with careless adieu
from others in whose instructions and af.
fec,ion we have so largely shared. Bright
upon our hearts altar will ever glow re-
membranes of your labors of love. Long
after we have passed from your teachings,
VIC trust those teachings may be exhibited
in our lives, and re-appear in the charac-
ters of those upon whom our influence
may be cast. 40, that plenteous may be
your reward from the Great Teacher" is
the fervent prayer which rises to our lips
as they utter an affectionate farewell"
We turn to our associates, who return
to Gil the places which are ours no more.
AS in our accustomed paths your footsteps
shall tread, as in our cherished haunts
you shall wander, will not sometimes
thought be cast forth after those who have
gone to receive the discipline of other tea
chers, in tho great school Of life? May
we not ask tha, when, at the bright morn
ing hour, the familiar orison in which We
we're wont to mingle our voices rises from
yosr lips, or, as at the hushed even our
sweet vesper hymn floats upon the air,
and with bowed heads the prayer goes up,
we may be remembered in the petition
brcatbed for those far away Though We