The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1871-08-17

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liar feelings swelling my heart Only one
brief year has fed to add its name to the |
vast column OF the past, since you LETT your
Northern homes, whose stately snow towers
sparkle like gems in the sunsets glittering |
glow, to come TO our fowery Southland 70 !
direct our research 70 the places where the
beauteous gems Of knowledge lies hidden |
Soon you will leave us TO return 10 the well |
come reunion of home; but you will bear
with you, not only the self-approving glow
Of mission nobly performed, cut the love
AMI affection of many Southern heart
And often in the far-on future, Will memory
float backward and thrill with pleasure az
she fingers beside the oasis made fresh and
green by the gentle words and the kind as
sistance with which you have ever been
ready to encourage US TO move onward In
the rugged path of duty.
To al Of you, dear teachers, would sim
cerely desire to tender my grateful acknowl-
edgements and heartfelt thanks for the many
acts of kindness and indulgence bestowed
upon me while under your care,
If the kind Father viii hear my prayer,
Oft winged TO Heaven TO find fulfllment
there,
His love unchaDging, pure, and true,
Will ever hover over you.
For you, also, loved teachers, sad good
bye.
Dear SchOolndtes;
There are moments in life when the lip and
the eye,
Try the question of whether to laugh or to
cry,
And thus 1t is that you see me now. For
the last time as one of your happy number
do l address you to-day; and a haunting
strain of memory strikes the chords of
thought, causing the heart to vibrate with
sad, sweet music as it pictures forth the past.
This day sewers the tie which binds US as
school-mates and < fareweIl' must be en-
shrfned in young affections tears. My des-
tiny leads me now lover the threshold" Of
schoolgirl life into the surging tide OF the
busy world. l feel that to-day,
II am standing with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood feet"
You, dear friends, will linger yet awhile
within the sheltering walls of the of dear
| old Institute, and before l speak the sad
word Good bye" | would urge you to re-
member the value of time and Of the bene-
| fits you are receiving Enjoy their fra
GRANGE while you may, or else when you
| have flung them carelessly from you, and
the swift waters of Time are bearing them
out of your sight, you will cry in sorrowful
tones, bring back my flowers. and the
only reply will be an echo from the
shadowy land, Bring back my flowers"
Before you looms up the great Temple of
Science. You have kind guides ever ready
| to lead you into all the apartments to which
they keep the golden keys. Act well your
part" then. dear schoolmates. Pursue yeur
] studies with untiring zeal. Let the motto
"Ever onward" be engraven on your ban
ner, and the nearest approximation to per-
| lection you will be sure to attain.
While Time curbs for one moment his
| dashing couFsers, would turn with espe-
cial love tot the Lesbian Society. With you,
dear girls, have i been more closely allied,
| and it. fills my heart with fearful sadness as
| 1 must bid you ''GOod bye 1t has always
been mys earnest wish to render the time
| we have passed together both pleasant and
profitable. If l have failed, attribute the
failure to the head and not to the heart. Be-
fore we part. would say one word. Every
human life has its allotted task and exerts
an influence on mankind. Will not each of
you try earnestly to see that your influence
| is exerted for the benefit of humanity ? May
you all ever have the determination to use
to the utmost, your individual talents to
promote each others moral and intellectual
| welfare, and to always have a society alive
t, it's great responsibilities, credit to it
self and an honor to our Alma Mater.
AS my eye glances once again over our
little cherished band, sigh of deep sorrow
heaves my breast as my heart calls the roll
and they answer "not ALL" The one who
with me almost finished her scholastic
course and looked forward with bounding
hopes to receive to-day the honors of grad
uation, had to exchange her bright dreams
for the sick room, and the sufferings of
shattered health. Loved classmate! my
heart was truly filled with sorrow that the
pleasant companionship of the time we
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of school girl joys, had to be so rudely sun
dered and your bright dreams so bitterly
blighted. Should sorrow aud disappoint-
ment crowd around us, may we both ever be
able to look through the dark clouds to the
brightness above. Let us always remem-
Der that the gloom that leadeth to the grave
will depart before the dawn of an eternal
light, the advent of an endless life.
But the golden sands run out; occasions like
these,
Glide swift into shadow, like sails on the
seas,
And though l fain would linger with you,
yet, dear sch 0olmates, loved Society, fare
well!
o cherished schooldays! Must say STARE
welli''
How can 1 give you up! How can L tell
My hearts young dreams, by you so richly
giVen,-
My hopes, my loves. my massachusetts
How can tell all these " Return no more'-
How can l think that their sweet spell is
DER!
A sad voice murmurs from my swelling
heart
The bright and lovely here too soon de-
part"
And, oh that Unborn sound with prophets
tone
Proclaims that a joy is forever gone!
The rose may fade-but not to bloom no
more;
The breath of Spring will soonits bloom re-
Il store;
The twilight hues tonight will pass away,
They'll come to cheer our hearts another
| day;
The birds that southwark fly from wintry
| breeze,
Return when joyous Spring redecks the
trees =
All these return like memories sweet of
yore,
Then, o my school days! Can you come no
more?
All, no alas you cannot come again -
My deep heart longings,-all my tears are
vain.
Then go! since thus God wills, I'll not re-
pine
Fer oh! few cups you've filed with joys
like mine!
From these in years to come, in Memory's
bowers,
I'll quaff the nectar Of thy blissful hours.
So now, while such sweet thoughts, nv
youthful bosom swell, to you once, hOnoEed
Trustees, beloved President dear Teachers,
loved Schoolmates, kind Friends, happy
School Days, | say my last 6. Farewell ~
II ARGEST school i'm the south.
NASHVILLE, TENN.