Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1891-06-23
"Who trusted God was love indeed,
And love creations final law,


The enemies of 7.culture,' as the term has
been appropriated by its modern disciples, have
haps the Very slliest cant Of the day, says MI.
Frederick Harrison, sis the cant about culture.
Culture is a desirable quality in a critic of new
tres but as applied to politics. it means simply a
turn for small fault finding, love of selfish ease,
indecision in action"
erful and sublime disciple which for eighteen
centuries has been developing the God in man
fruits of Christianity and denies the tree What
ever, my classmates has been said this morning
our assent, has appealed to us because of that
pure and generous atmosphere in which con-
sciously or unconsciously every gentleman has
been bred and which is itself the direct product
Of this disciple of the centuries.
To President Dwight the class orator said:
There is not man Of us but has been made con-
stantly to feel that in you he had accessible
friend and adviser whose interest in his highest
welfare was deep and vital.
You have devoted yourself, SIR to years of ar
duous toll but with them comes the rare recon-
pense of the life of ministry and can leave with
faithfulness which you have exercised toward us
you may long continue to touch the springs Of
the unnumbered days to be.
His address to his classmates was: We have
been dwelling upon the duty and the power of
sefforgetfulness; its strengthening and exalting
in the generous life than even the consciousness
of high achievement.a reality which the past
vealing and to which these final days are bear
ing tendereSt testimony
In those frequent meetings above which the
elms have lately whispered, when the hand has
fingered in another's, and the voice has strange
ly trembled and the eye grown dim-meetings
which description almost deSecrateS, we have
learned as never before the deep blessedness of
of unselfshness, and have felt that to be truly
or power may gain or know. May the years. Of
the rougher schooling that await us be as rich
in the treasures of Affection as these have been;
the morrows be memories and the very rays
that leap tonight from many star be cleaning
on the cypress trees above us all. When that
Vatican tell of life in which own is living.
God bless you and farewell.
THE CLASS POEM
by Luther H. Tucker, jr., of Albany, NY
proved delightful treat, coming from a
poetic and thoughtful mind. Some of the
verses are the following:
o years, you have vanished like shadows,
Like ghosts you have glided away;
And darkened before the day,
You have faded and fled and left us,
And only now and then
In the weird wild night of memory
Your faces glimmer again.
~
AS in dream heard the music SWELL
As in dream heard it die away;
And all the hall was vacant, and the bell
Above tolled out the final parting day,
And arose alone and wound my way
Among the buildings known for four long years
And loved, and left at last with lingering tears.
And passing these, then out into the town
Beneath the over. arching elms went,
Full little looking either up down,
With struggling step and bordering head low
bent,
Considering the varied season spent
And all held treasured in them and how fast
The gay -decked future fadeth into the past.
***
And sorrow DER my heart won mastery,
That should see no more as then saw
| The campus full of faces dear to me-
And so familiar, and a kind of awe
Possessed me bordering, "If again draw
Near this loved place, twill be Strangers home
'And sure, said l. their lot like ours must be
Yet sadder, for they come not back again
But cross the black stream for eternity;
And they yield not to dependency,
| But one says gladly, Good is any state;
| Take heart, go FORTH obedience conquers fate
Classmates to you need not say farewell;
| We bid farewell to pleasant years now past,
| OF light-souled college life we toll the knell,
| To NINETY-oNE, though scattered by times
blast
In love united-Good is every state,
| Take heart. forth: obedience cOnuuerS fate,