The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1875-07-27

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And lot the orator OF tho day proceed
Let's irse again the Britsher's vile tricks
And shout again for glorious Seventy-sx.
with the June training come again
The brave militia ranging DER the plain,
A darkey whistling in lieu of ffe
The noble "Flood-woods' risking limb and life.
Let the days poet chant his deathless rhymes
And kill the British Lion couple of times,
Give us our gingerbread, let pop beer stream,
Strike up Yankee Doodle and let the eagle scream |
Better all this, brought down to the absurd,
Than the dull spirit that is never stirred
Now few words To- those not ready to roam, !
Who .still call our dear Alma Mater their
It's presumption, know it. but of late she
was mine;
But I'm seized ola few points even since six
When you leave the old college and Its gay
For the great world without 1t, its turmoil
Don't think your diploma makes triumph
Or to fair Immortality tickets you through.
For out in the real world 1t doesn't count for
They're ru a little bit shy Of Alumni-as such.
And the question that's asked you your whole
Is not "where,s your diplomat but what
can you do?"
Whatever the lame and the lazy may say,
Let them rail- upon fortune however they
Life Is honest in this, and with Justice she
It's fair field and each one gets what he de
serves.
SO when in the struggle for which you pre-
In the long years of hope disappointment and
care,
You see sitting lofty in green laurelled pride
Some now famous comrade who set out at
your side
In the Journey of life, take to heart this one
He earned his fair favors or he'd have them
not.
Though CHI, he had no diploma, the honors he
He learned from the world what you seek in
book.
Seek truth In the world and not in book,
And look at the moon in the sky, not the
| brook.
If you study the moons face that in the pool
| lies,
You'll better appreciate the one in the skies
so the college man learned in books, no doubt,
Is better prepared for the real world without.
Success is not questioned-but mark this, my
| boy,
There's no paved road to fame they are all
| corduroy.
Life allows no advantage cause ones hair is
| curled;
They don't weep after genius out there in the
| world
Dust and sweat and enthusiasm bring the
Work, work. is the genius" that captures the
| crown.
Don't believe those who life overcrowded may
| call,
In the worlds upper stories there's room for
And those who complain of the crowd and
the strife,
fyou seek among poets to win you place,
on the top of Parnassus is plenty of space;
Ihough MID swarms OF weak singers and
AT the base You'll be hustled and punched in
the ribs.
II you take to the law instead OF to rhyme
You've good chance 10 starve for period OF
time,
You'll find the courts crowded with clients, mo
| doubt,
But of small pettifoggers much larger rout.
But there's plenty of room in the laws upper
| air,
And long years of labor may place you up
In the bar, in the pulpit, in life's every place
It's the low steps are crowded higher up there
is space.
Don t say that from college you with too little
came,
And for ali of your failures on her place the
blame,
But look Inward, remember in river or riIl
Or in ocean the mouse can but Just drink his
fill.
Ills not Latin alone; It's not wealth, It's not
birth
Unattended, that wins the good things of the
earth.
And If you are honest, and earnest, and true
You are wanted outside, there is labor for you
Fail not and falter not, press we right on,
There are crowns for the winning, for brain
and for Drawn.
There's purpose in life. not an act Is in vain,
| Every deed, good or bad, is link in the chain.
Good deeds are the strong links that make the
chain fast,
Yours the blame If it hold your fame weak
ly at last.
The moons face ia the water may tremhie
and thrill,
But the great white orb in the heavens Is still;
80 be constant and steady, keep the end e'er
| In view,
Be true to thyself under black Sky or blue.
Be all this, and when thy last moment shall
Life her beautiful secrets has made known to
In thine ears have her innermost harmonies
rung,
The sweetness of songs that never We're sung,
The sadness of tears that never were shed,
When OF thee al last by all men has been
He fought the fight bravely, the faith he has
kept,
When around you the arm of the Silence is
swept.