The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1891-06-26
sALUTATORY AND POEM ON PRIDE,

So thanks to you we'll give.
And In our hearts your names will live,
And will remember when examinations came,
Because we failed we were to blame,
And can forget it never.
And our dear old classmates too
With heartfelt joy We welcome you,
Your names we will not mention;
For soon in this place sou will be,
Do take heed of all you see,
And give the strictest attention.
To you, our parents and our friends,
A cordial welcome we extend,
We greet you all with gladness,
And may this day rainy and drear,
he filled with sunshine and good cheer,
And Joy unmixed with sadness
So Board, teachers classmates, parents and friends
Who have these exercises come to attend,
We greet you every one,
And hone the few words which have to say
Will be taken by you in the intended way
And not put q misconstruction.
The subject which have chosen,
Hope you will not aweary grow,
For my subject is Price and applies not to one,
But touches alike, high and low.
There the people. who proud of their rank
And proud of their ancestors too,
Who distinguished themselves in war,
Or IN some way we never knew.
There are those who are proud of talents,
Beauty, wealth, and accomplishment,
And is manifested by distance, reserve,
Ana very often contempt
There are those too proud to know their friends,
Often their own father or mother,
But when the world has forsaken them,
Will be glad to know none other.
In general. proud people think,
And live for themselves alone.
They think they are discussed
By all and every one.
As a certain writer says,
And like the exclamation,
.'He who lives for himself alone,
Liyes for the meanest man Ill creation
1t is often the effect of ignorance
And how plainly see it shown,
in the man afraid to accept position
In another sphere than his own
There are as good men engaged in humble employ
ments,
As those engaged in the highest
See! how many who begin at the foot of the ladder
Are now considered our wisest
DO not think for single moment
That would nepreciate
The honest pride We should all possess,
But will immediately stat
That it is. the Pride which places one person
Above another that think wrong,
For besides it makes man stu ubborn,
And hard with him to get along.
Pride and poverty combined,
Make mans life up hill labor,
A struggle to keep up appearances,
And to hide it from his neighbor
He fights with poverty one hand,
And proud ambition the other,
In order to be something great,
And to outshine his brother.
When company comes they serve
Frosted cake and red wine
And in the kitchen, dry bread rnd coffee,
Which they say is fine,
But is really unworthy the name,
And know you all will agree,
OF that beverage all could possess,
By hard work and economy.
Broadcloth hides the ragged clothes,
The tatters do not show,
And the misery that Is covered up,
How little do We know.
Abroad their faces will beam with SMILES
At home all tears they'll be-
Fer the most ill sorted companions,
Are Pride and Poverty
Charity is often confounded with pride,
As both feed the poor of the land,
But Charity gives her glory to God,
While Pride takes hers from man.
When the dew is on the flowers,
They droop their heads and leaves,
But man only holds his the higher
The more that ne receives
In tho wonderful human mind,
There surely cannot be,
Two feelings more the opposite,
Than Pride and Humility.
While Pride will harden the heart,
Which we know 1t does quite often,
Both the temper and disposition,
Humility will soften.
As likeness he gets love,
Men should love one another,
Therefore Pride produces Hate,
For proud men hate each other.
Some people accuse US Of being,
What themselves would be,
When il they were ir our places,
Would be more proud than we.
To qus the pride Of the greatest,
We should reflect how little we owe
To ourselves and how much to others,
And help them bear their
And could they only realize
How shert their time is here,
And ono did not feel above another,
Their life would be less drear.
And when you are dying what difference
Can 1t possibly make to you,
II you die in a hut palace,
II your life has been good and true.
For its the soul that goes to heaven,
And not that body of clay,
1t flies away and leavesi it
To crumble and decay.
'In PRIDE reasoning Pride our error lies,
All quit their sphere and rush il to the sky;
Pride still is aiming at the blessed abode,
Non would be angels and angels would be Gods"