The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1892-06-18

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downs are AL well know. Time has not needed |
those little breakers dotted AL along cur l..ta /
"ut mas sped on tirelcSS wings and brought Us 10
our ilrst commencement day.
- me 1nlieEe Of i!aAo with US All, classmates
ladder leading from the thresholds OF homes into
the future. We 50 to speak. Ia the nrenar
alory arena. WHAT that future is 20 be VIII be
largely controlled by our actions in this prep;tr
atory course.
shiakSospeare, said: ..,,Ans well that ends
well. But despite al the glorious thoughts OF
cveryone's fayoiite, should our first efforts be
laiteIAs ones well might we fear for the end.
Let us pause moment in the flight Of timeand
our first college days, Time may hold for some
Of us a crown, for others, a thorn, put whate're
when we passed eisuely from home, this place,
THIS mousse, this door opened and we slipped with
IN and caught the first glimpse of the future.
gently from the chershing OF childish enjoymentS
into the realms of thought. How reluctant
We're to follow. Little we thought upon it then;
but now it has passed and so wildly does the
memory return. If there were no past, how lit
Tie would H4 We appreciate the present. We know
waited future unfolding. They budded then
to blossom now and perfume the air. of this, the
present moment. The Impressions then made
upon oar minds were reserved now to be poured
forth.
Who can estimate the value of the first lessons?
WHO can step within the cir runGercnce of that
circle which bounds our Knowledge and dare to
say That those early lessons were only outward
show; that they did not sink deep in the soil
there to await q harvest on some future day?
The Impressions, the lessons of first college days
We're not simple quantities, but roots of quanti-
Ties which multiplied to powers. They We're not
the arbitrary, kings and queens; rather, the
glorious republics Of the heart History showed
Us the sacred elm where Penn gave hrothcrly
0Te 70 a. tie indian NaGn %e loAoWeI C;Sar
Cad, we were taking our inst lesson in clMA"-
ing. Did we learn that lesson Well? The path
into the county and from the county into the
state ended in the masquerade Union. These
lessons well learned were the pebbles that stead
led oar feet for the rest OF the journey.
The aspirations, the dreams that graced our
every thought upon entering school, were they
air castles? Let us not think thus There was
, a longing to attain those high desires. A wish,
an ambition that was real Then has not Mr..
, Lowell said:
, ''Of all the myriad moods Of mind
That through the soul come throngng,
What one was G er SO dear, so kind,
SO beautiful as longing.
The thing we long for, that we are,
For one transcendent moment.
Before the present, poor and bare,
Can make its Sneering comment
"still through our paltry stir and strife,
CLOVIS down the wished ideal,
And longing moulds in clay what life
CarveS iii the marble real.
: To let the new life ill., we know,
l Desire must ope' the portal;
6 Perhaps Il longing to be SO.
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Maybe, after all. those sweet dreams were
q, not al hubbirS. They were the clay moulded b,
longing, which. is in true life. to be carved in the
s marble real. should the image ever crunblc We
stu have the pleasure Of remembering the Joy
: with which The clay was moulded,
n 'Work must surely FOLLOW play So, aftel
- tile excitement of the first few lessons, the ear
lest dreams, come the earnest, steady work
Then came the thoughts, the deeds, the acts
that wcs2 to add symmetry and form to the ella,
:, image so as sculptor shapes his marble by con
V n
: image of dreams by never, firing adherence
to duty, Longing may mould the clay but actor
:, While the wished ideal glowed down 'througl
t paltry stir and strife labor was sweet. w
O jouneyed smoothly onward. But, when clouds
d path was no longer bright. One lone ray, from
the brightness beyond. darted through the ciou'
, little ray of hope, almost frozen in frgid eli
Il mate, was cherishad until its warmth dispelle,
n the threatening cloud. The cloud had darkenet
IL bright once more. Trials and veXations wer
q met at every turn but the memory of how W
d bore our first disappointment returned to help u
f on the journey. Whenever Il stumbling block /
slrmollnted it becomes stepping stone. Alas
\ that some of the stones should quake beneath
= our feet. Such trials had, to be bourne. Surcl
u our marble is assuming shape The diSappOint
l. ments and trials added the grace Of sweet eidur
;, aace These are some Of the downs Of schoc
:, We could not help pausng on the eve of a we
d learned lesson, to admire the crystals forming o.
q the cherished marble. We never paused I
; think that the crystals were such delicate forma
tons. We touched their silrery spilaeles an
turned away in rapture One moment 5 contpa,
liaten OF the crystals Of our own labor gave NOR
= of real JOY than would have been eanedby life
e view of tie haudiwork OF Romr'S greatest srulp
It tor, We might caress the cold marble sculpture
" by other hands and feel no warmth in return
e iint, only touch the soft clay that Is forming t
sweetcu onr labor and how quick it springs t
NE in H %y Rny M ah%y Of tae HGns
- thoughts and feelings OF the producer. Whe
c we know Of the tclrs the SighS, the fallen hope
. that throngcd our hours of labor much more "a
II we appreciate the result OF that work,
b, One years work IS ended, We have locke
> back upon Il ana have presented To Your eN
II ppctant ears our views Of n. That Il has rcarlc
sympathlsng hearts, In this, our first effort,
u tie earnest wish O. all,
:, Our first commencement Is now on the want
3" Joyous were the words spoken this evening
ia rhcy bound us Ia letters gilmore than friendship
Every word II Jewel Ia that chain that lnkc
= heart to heart Each syllable uttered was ht
,a an echo OF the kindred and fellowship of o.,
~ years Journey. Now we must pq't, We ~
lc not going forth to breast the world We HAY
comc forward TO give II vacation GOOG-hye. o.
10 iarewellS are not To he laden With fOrget-m(
nots, Yet who can tortell that We shall met
" again Farewell, how sweet, how bitter, HOY
It trndcg. Yet how Implying. II Ii as il W
we touched with airy tngorS the mystic Strla,
4 of some unseen hnrp whose Only melody was
4, silent tear, Rememhel,W the past, blessing q
= present and hopinG Tor the futarc, farewell,
rs The worthy president of the institr
" ton, Rev. WI. Boone, then took tn
i. floor and thanked the audience for the
= attendance and evident appreciation {
u the closing exercises. The speake
dwelt at some length on the work of IL