Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-03-11
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FROM POEM DELIVERED At THE DEPARTURE OF
THE SENIOR CLASS OF YALE COLLEGE, IN 1927.

THE SENIOR CLASS OF YALE COLLEGE, IN 1877.
We shall go forth together. There will com
Alike the day of trial unto ALL
And the rude world will buffet us alike.
Temptation hath music for all cars;
And mad ambition trumpetoth to all;
And the ungovornable thought within
viii be in every bosom eloquent =
But when the silence and the calm come on
And the high scal of character is set,
We shall not all be similar. Tho flow
OF a Lifetime is a graduated scale;
And deeper than the vanities of power,
Or the vain pomp of glory, there is set
A standard measuring our worth for Heavier
The pathway to the grave may bo the same,
And the proud man shall tread it, and the 10,
With his how'd head shall keep him company
And there will be no precedence of power
In walking in the coming trump of God!
But in the temper of the invisible mind,
The god-like and undying intellect,
There are distinctions that will live in heave or
Whom timo is a forgotten circumstance
The elevated brow of kings will loso
The Impress of regalia, and the slave
W ~ hpoi hiS linluOItdllly us IToo
Beside the crystal waters but the depth
Of Glory in the attributes of God
Will measure the capacities of mind
And as angels differ, will the ken
Of gifted spirits glorify him more.
'fis Life's probation task. The soul of man
Createth it's own destiny of power;
And as the trial is intenser hero,
HE hninu botb OBJ Ia,
What is this earthly victory? Press on
For it hath tempted angels. Yet, press on
For it will mako you mighty among mon;
And from tho eyrie of your eagle thought
Ye shall look down on monarchs. o press on
For the high ones and powerful shall como
To do you reverence and the beautiful
Will know the purer language of your brow
And read it like a talisman of love!
Press on ! for it is god-like to unloose
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;
Bending pinion for deeper sky,
And in tho very fetters of tho nosh,
Mating with the pure essence of Heaven
Press on ! for in the grave there is no work
And no Device" Press on whilo yet ye may
So lives the soul of man. 1t is tho thirst
OF his immortal nature; and he rends
The rock for secret fountains, and pursues
The path of the illimitable wind
For mysteries this is human pride
There is a softer winding path through life,
And man may walk it with unrufilod soul,
And drink its wayside waters till his heart
Is stilld with it's o'erllowing happiness.
The chart by which to traverse it is writ
In the broad book of nature. 'Tis to havo
Attentive and believing faculties;
To go abroad rejoicing in the joy
OF beautiful and wol-created things;
To love the voices of water and the sheen
Of silver fountains leaping to tho sea;
To thrill with tho rich melody of birds
Living their lives of music, to be glad
In tho gay sunshine reverent in the storm,
To see beauty in the stirring leaf, tree
And find calm thought beneath tho whispering
70 see and hear and breathe tho evidence
OF Gods deep wisdom in tho natural world
1t is to linger on the "magic face
of human beauty" and from light and shade
Alike to draw lesson tits to know
The cadencos Of voices that are tuned
BY majest and purity Of thought
To gaze on woman's beauty as Il star
Whose purity and distance make it fair
And from the spell of music to awake
And feel that it has purified the heart
1t is to love all virtue like tho light,
Dear to tho soul as sunshine to the ego;
And when the senses and the mind arc fill'd
Like wells from these involuntary springs,
1t is to calm tho trembling depths with praye
That it may be but u ref ectod Heaven.
Thus would |, at the parting hour, DO truo
To teachings which to me have priceloss been
Thus would Like just departing child,
Who fingers on the threshold of his home
Strive with vague murmurings and lingering
10 store up what were sweetest to recall. Hook
And oh, be this remembered THAT whom lif,
Shall have become a weariness, and hope
Thirst for serener waters, we may 90
Forth to Gods wildwood temples and while al
Its choirs breathe music and its leafy aisles
Arc solemn with the beauty of the world,
Kneeling Mt its unwrought altar, and tho cur
That holds tho living water" will bo near,