The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-05-17
May -. 1893.
4 senrch for Lost Friends.


In a quest that will not end for msny day,
In fancy drift down the valley of siicnce
Where absent friends long ago wandered away.
As anxiously forth in my love quest wander.
Our eyes for some tracs OF the wanderers turn;
At on sound though an echo, pause but TO
ponder,
And from trivial things we are willing to learn.
We search among crowds where gay hearts have as
mbled,
We seek recognition Of many face;
Aud In dangerous places. where brave hearts have
trembed,
OF, 80 who are waudrlng We look for some
trace.
Wherever We wander we look on strange faces.
We eagerly question the grave aud the gay,
For we long to b-iog back their oden-tme places
Those who persi.tently linger away.
Now arI then to the homs-iOld a waud'rer return
eth,
And we're glad as their place so long vacant they
MI;
Yet tho horne-b'lug heart ever aoxlously yearneih
For those Of the band who are wandering still.
But tho free winds that fan moro shift
ing;
The tidinrs they bear US pass hurriedly by
And fancy the friends Of guest still drift
ing
On and on where hopes fields more inviingy lie.
So pause in my quest for moment. rejecting
O,my chance for success through long search 10
gain,
And deem it may be, for my Ife-cour,o directing
Some wandering echo has startled my brain.
Mead Ind, May w. w. stocKwELL.
school Days of 'o3 mt Spring I'M.
Orr school days for this term ended
Aud long happy term It has been,
As each OF us struggled on bravely,
| Each trying bright laurels u win.
IT'S true we have al had our troubles,
Our quarrols and tlhs. and yet
We have had many bright, happy moments
Which can never forget
The memory Of dear Old sohoomates
VIII come TO US when e'er may be,
As we think of the dear old schoolhouso
And the school days OF '93.
| Our paths through life are all different,
| And often think with pain
That In the Spring Hill sohoohouse
We may never all meet again.
We have oft tried our teachers patience,
Until his bright smiles we're all flown,
But, especially the second year high school,"
WIN remember the kindness he has shown,
When climbing the thigh hill Of SCIENCE"
Which is rugged and hard 10 pursue,
lie always dealt with US kindly,
And lead patiently through.
And as through this life wo journey,
| As we climb the high ladder of fame,
May each strive TO do his duty.
| And do II in Gods holy name,
| "And now as our field grows broader.
! May strive further outward 20 ach,
| And at last when we've garnered lfe's harvest,
| May there be life eternal for EACH"
| IDA NJ. FREELAND.
Waiting.
long for my youth, for the hopes that cherl he'd,
And the friends that mine in the bright days
| of yOre;
But my youth-it has flown, all my visions have
| persisted.
And the friends of my childhood have gone on
| before.
There was one in my boyhood that promised to
love me,
Like the rest she has crossed to the opposite
| shore;
But know she awaits In the realms alb We me,
Where we'll be reunited to part nevermore.
| SO 1 stand by the shore of the infinite river
Aud list for the splash Of the dark angels oar;
For this soul that lie gave will return to the gver,
And He'll soon send His boatman to carry ma
| e'er.
But sometimes think death passes over the meet.
| est;
That lie leaves the ripe grain 70 disease and decay,
And plucks for His garner the farest and sweetest
of flowers and blossoms that grow by the way
| I'LoCHNyAR."
| Erin Mavourneen, Erin Go Brngh.
| Think not that the Of the emerald i'le
Will ever forget the fair land OF their birth.
| Though on them Dame Fortune has tenderly
| smiled
And proudly acknowledged their vHlOr and
| worth
Like the sound Of the deep in the rOse-lipped
| shell,
No longer swept By the dark blue ocean,
| With a patriots love their bosoms swell
| And time neer chills the hearts devotion.
| Oh Erin Mavourueen, Erin go BrRgh,
| The chain that still binds no power can sever
In the blood OF our siTes each bright link was
| forged.
The heart that once loved thee will love thee
| forever. Mgs. r. r. SMITH.
| Tint shortn ess of breath ia dyepensia