The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-08-18

swelling tides
| Beat as the pulses of earth's ever7throDDlng
heat
Responsive to the One Eternal, Over-soul.
| All lands are one Far down beneath the all
surrounding sea ~
All continents become the one, vast globe. The
loftieSt top -,
Of Himalayan range. the sky-domed worlds
huge roof;
These noble groups OF mighty Andes, where
The worlds equator swings from peak to peak
The brotherhood of European Alps submissive
to
Their white-cowed chief; the hermit heights of
far New Zealands
Giant crests; the rugged loftiness whence our
SierraS
Gaze, meath their kingly crowns upon the BAT
fed clouds
Which humbly lave their gorged and canyoned
TANKS and feet;
Those nameless mountain monarchs whose ull-
measured SHOWS
Hume, with skywaru CLEAN, the continent of
darkness these
All have their changeless basis in the same
Each but varied uplift of Almighty Power
Which molds and shapes the earth the while
He holds ar ..
The sea within the hollow of His mighty hand
All men are one. "of one blood made he
them" His breath
Inspired the soul of man. Nor can all human
power,
Forever working, change that blood-that soul.
The prince,
The peasant, savage or sage, miniOn or mon
arch
Throbs with one blood, breathes of one air,
lives of one life;
In each in all, Gods own great seas of air and
| Fill, to the flood, that common life. His power
creates,
His light Eliminates, His love sustains and
Egyptian. Parsee, Brahmin, Hindoo, Pantheist;
| Meath Persian suns, in Academan walks or,
In fair Chautauoua groves, where'er the world
wide search
| And uplift vi our eager souls reach forth to
find out God"
AS they who climb opposing slopes of some
Though the grand summit none may fully GAIN
| yet each
Successive step brings each more near to each,
To it--so every honest out-reach after God
| Gives proof of kinship in that royal family
| Whose Fatherhood is Gods, whose brotherhood
is man.
Then addresses were made by distin-
guished guests, including remarks by
James W. Bradbury, who made plea
for agricultural colleges. Rev. DR.. Eur
Der gave "reminiscences of his fellow
students at Fryeburg Academy and
spoke of the personal influence of the
| teachers. A. P. Stone, LII. D., a student
in 1910, spoke feelingly of the old school
days. Ex-Governor Dingley eloquently
| added words of praise of our great re-
public and centennial day..
| Dennis NJ. Cole, DIR. S. c. Gordon, Dr.
| S. Fl. Weeks, Hon. A. A. Strout and 9th
| er eminent men claimed by the institu-
ton, contributed happy memories of
school days and paid affectionate trib-
utes to members of the alumni who have
| passed beyond into higher school.
| II HvIo
| Smith of Boston, Rev. B. P. Snow, DR..
| Samuel Bradbury of Oldtown, Augustine
| Simmons, W. a. Robinson of Boston,
Isaac Walker and G. A. Page spoke.
Miss Buffers poem, read by Miss Susan
Walker, was as follows:
Mrs. Buffers Poem.
| One who come with tender smiles and tears,
Whose laughter finds its echo III sigh,
Who whisper of the lovely vanished years,
Beneath the light Of this familiar sky;-
o wise and learned men whose words have
The past in glory like the mystic haze
Which, from primeyal days, the west has
| Above these mountains, in October days.
| o prophets who with sweet and filia1 ZEAL
| Have caught the future from century gone,
| And taught our souls anew, to see and feel
| The Splendor of a second, clearer dawn
| bring no precept for the waiting pen,
| No old-time recollection stirs my lay,
| My heart keeps carnival-ah, will we, then,
| Bear with me in singers holiday?
| How may con a retrospective rhyme
| In this, the home of happy girl and boy,
| Who laugh at memory and challenge time,
| And make the years one round of hope and
| joy?
/ sing a century of youth! sing
Eternal May.May with its birds and bowers !;
! sing a fountain deeper than the spring
| The Spaniard dreamed OF i'll the Land OF Flow
| erS.
A century of youth. The fancy faints,
| Longing for gardens by the Orient seas,
| Or, in its restless vision, fondly paints
| The purple isles of the Hesperides.
| Nay-here we stand upon enchanted ground,
| Here is the faery garden of our dreams,
| And, though hundred winters beat around,
All, glad young eyes, bright with undaunt TED
All, souls that sorrow had not stopped to kiss;
! o hearts that built, above the moss and dust,
Your castle towers OF success and bliss, t.s5@
| If We might pass in your beatitude,
Rank upon rank, across this glowing plain,
Not as the shadowy infant kings who stood
Before the witches and the Scottish thane,-
But as We trod these paths, with dancing feet,
Your spirits confident in love and truth,
| Methinks our hearts would catch the magic
beat
And pulse to this fair century Of youth.
| The river wore its sands of pearl and gold,
The forest many stormy pean sung,
| The mountain cliffs grew hoary, dark, and old,
But evermOre this band was blithe and young
| IT'S but my fantasy, and yet dream
Here is the hidden charm to Danish care,
| Why did we break the fairy-spell and deem
That pleasure came with age and whitening
| hair?
All, comrades, if we had not loved so well
| The day of our departure, but had stayed
| Under these mountain-shadows,w who can tell
That we might not still wander, youth and
maid?
And living thus, our eyes had never seen
What disappointments, losses, taunts, and
| fears
| Beset the seeker,--nay. we might have been
Rapt LotOS-Eaters, for hundred years.
ALI, God forbid! We would not have it so
For these who still our dear, old customs
| keep,
Better their sunny heads should catch the snow,
Better their hearts should ache, their eyes