Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-06-17
yALIDICTORY.
To the Class Of 's3, OF the wheeling
Female College.

TO the Class OIL 'S3, OIL the "ueciiuk
Female College.
In every life moments come which seem
harbingers of some great change, ana
cause us to pause for a while to review the
footsteps behind and peer out into the dim
pathway before. Moments not OF unrest
but OF unquiet, when the heart is impatient
to know, but must wait hall gao,
half sorry some unknown thing yet TO
come. The day when girl leaves school
is one of these times. The old accustomed
work with book, pen and map is gone. ana
the future comes bearing possibilities,
whether of
Failure or Success,
she almost fears to guess. The change
must come, the old pathway must
be abandoned, but what of the new. To-
night we pause before we leave the accus-
toned path, and linger moment at this,
the meeting of the waters"
standing with reluctant feet
Where the brook and river meet,
Womauhood and childhood fleet
Gazing with q timid glance
On the brooklets swift advance
ON the rivers broad eXpanse.'
Along the brook Of girlhood, singing
adown its happy way are Joyous
scenes from which we reluctantly
turn away. With childs h glee we stopped
to gather the pale sweet spring blossoms
on its banks, and stopped to listen TO the
glad birds song. The brook flowed on and
on, widening and deepening as it neared
the river, Il sun rose
Higher in the Heavens,
willing the flowers in our hands and we
throw them aside as worthless things,
gathering the brighter and fresher fowers
about US. Life grew sweeter and fuller OF
poss bilites as we followed the brooklets
coure. and now the waters Of the brook
have touched the waters OF the river,
and in the future our pathway
will be among other scenes. Can
the future be happier than the
pas? We had almost wished to turn back
ard cry
DIVISIONS OF CHILDHOOD, stay, Oh!sia',
Yewere so sweet and wild.
But distant voices seem TO say
Other themes demand thy lay,
Thou art no more Child
Yes the time has come for us TO say fare.
we'll to childhood's pathway and hence
forth to
Walk I'm WomanhOod's ways
When we bid adieu to our school, our
thoughts flow first to the patrons and
friends OF that school, those upon whom II
must RELY for its support. We turn first to
the citizens of Wheeling with the word OF
psrtipg. and with it are linked words oil
thanks. In the future the voice OF Memory
will ever sugge st kind wishes and best de-
sires for you. We came to you as strangers,
Won received us as friends. Frequently
You have given US the inspiration OF your
presence, the encouragement OF your voice.
Although we leave you, we Will ever cner-
| ish pleasant recollections oil the smoky
City" To many OF us
The Acquaintance Has Been briei'
| the friendship has not been long.
'Ships that pass In the darkness
And speak each other in passing,
ONLY signal shown and distant
Voice In the darkness
go on the ocean OF life
We pass and speak one anothct'
Only look ard voice.
Then darkness again and silence
Tonight as our little bark pushes out from
| the great gallant ship, we send PACK tne
| last word. As distance confuses the PFC
| ture. YOU can Just see the huttering banu'
kerchiefs ana hear the distant Word ials
well" .,p,o -,
| Trustees we would NEXT extend our heart
| felt thanks for kindness given.
Friends Of Our Alma Mater.
Won have been our friends. While you
stood in your offices the pledged guardians
1 and prOteCtOls VI oe4
Won have assisted Us by your cheer
| ing words and strong hands. with
such noble captain to command,
such a brave and sturdy pilot at the
| wheel. such a crew of seamen TO man the
vesseI. we felt no fear, but trustfvlly gave
our lives into your hands. Our trust has
not been betrayed. In safety We have
reach, our destination. The gang pianH
has already been thrown out, and We ear
4 mot tarry longer. Oh! worthy mas
tor YOU have borne Us II
safety. in storm and IN calm
Wouid that we could know that we woule
always have q brain - clear, heaiI :
| warm, hand as steady 70 guide Us. bu
now farewell. Farewell, 0 brave seamen
Nav YOU ever have clear sky above yo'
and beneath you smooth sea. but "o'u
fail Us as we turn 10 say
Farewell - the Frestdent,
our President, and We cry out: 70 deaIt
of human Language, roughnsss OF m0, -
snaecb-" ONLY Eternity will reveal u
fpii extent of your work and innuence
. What life you have lived! VIM. IL
. tory YOU have written! Every VI
volume finished and laid a sn,'
l +, your book there are many hel'
3 ines many q romance and hearts OF
:, ,nSy probably, too. there sre pag'
!, | blotied with tears, where the hana tEs,
= bied a. that the writing is scarcely 'eg'ol
Vet the tireless pen never restea, "a,
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