Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1893-04-25
WHAT WE DO, LET Us DO WELL.
(Quod facimus, bene faciamus.)

(Quod facimus, bene faciamus)
Weary and long are the moments
Which over this motto I've pondered,
must fail to take heed to its precept.
When once think of claiming the MuseI
My boldness seems quite overwhelming,
My idle pen drops from my fingers
And glooming despair takes Possession.
While musing til almost distracted,
With good Waiter Sc Scott IT . Sought refuge:
And listened entranced to the minstrel,
W his
And besought him to tune up his harp strings
Of classmates in years NOT far distant.
Then gravely he gazed to the southwark,
Ger the beautiful lake and the island,
Drew his trembling hands over his hsrp-stripgs
I'll they vibrated tuuefully, sweetly.
And heard as the sounds gained in volume
Cnildren's voices, low and sweet toned,
Coming lessons, DER and DER.
Fer repeating, failing, gaining
Each time better than before;
While their leaders, patient, gentle,
Ever ready to assist them
Or new methods to devise,
And they number many faces
That see before me now.
hsngea perhaps more g5aoe and serious
But the same, determined faces
That knew so well of old,
Striving that the minds of children
They may rightly train and mold
Now this passes, and before me
Nurses In Jl0lf caps ana gowns,
Bending over beds of suffering.
Cheering many in their rounds,
Angels Of relief and pity,
Light ming pain and soothing care,
Do they well perform their duty?
Ask the patient lying there
Who is this or that now approaches,
With his cheerful step and face?
And the nurse steps back a moment
AS the doctor takes her place.
Many times we've seen his figure
In his careless, thoughtless days,
Now his life has broadened, depend,
Amplifiea in many ways.
By his aid and perseverance,
Countless ones have lived to tell
That there's not a deed or action
Which he does butts done well.
As the strain goes gay and gayer,
TITS theater, with sweet music
And before me stands singer,
Harkl how sweetly toned the voice,
IT'S the operas prima donna,
And the pubic's deares. choice.
Soon the cutlery is authorl authorl
And before the curtain stands
One whose name is known and honored,
Praised in many distant lands.
For the two applause is ringing;
Classmates once more stand before me
How well known in days OF old.
Ahl the music quick and martial,
IT'S q band of soldiers brave,
Bronzed and bearded, waiting, ready
Fer their fatherland to save
In the stern face Of the leader
Do catch we'll known glance2
IN the ranks, familiar figures
Wait the signal to advance
But before the day is over
Fen though Curfew toll their knen
When tits for their couniry's honor
Mon they ao they mgfs do 1 w
In a hall of art and fame;
On the wall, the latest winner,
Rangs picture. Ali the name
OF the artist, Its classmate
OF old school days. No need tell
How he's kept these words before him,
What we do, let us do well.
Now the music grows more hHul
shrieks the hard, as though in pain,
And hear the winds wild music,
Soon, above the storms fierce raging
Sounds of cannon reach the ear,
Heaven grant that help is near,
And upon her deck stands gazing,
One whose face we've seen before.
In the wild confusion round him,
Showing ever more and more
Courage-hope-aq quick intentness-
One can see 1t in his glance,
Fer he knows full well their safety
Though the lives Of ali are periled
For they have brave example,
One whose courage never wanes.
With the judges stern and grave 4
IT'S lawyer pleading. one who
Strives the innocent to save.
And his eloquent words and gestures
Win for him the day. Applause,
Concentration, greet him, calmly,
Finding in the grateful features
Happy, that to one poor creature
He could happiness afford
see! a vast cathedral dim
With an organ pealing grandly
An inspiring, well known Lyman. 4
While within the chancel standing
Choristers, their voices raise,
And the multitude OF people
Joining, sing their Makers praise.
As the last note wavers, dying,
Lo, ascends the pulpit stair
One whose words of peace and wisdom
Seem like Jewels, rich and rare,
Falling from his lips like blessings,
Cheering, strengthening, comforting,
Aud his voice full, clear, resonant,
Has an old, familiar ring.
And recognize classmate,
One whose name the people love,
One who looks for help and guidance
To the Holy One above.
Now q vision brighter, better,
Breaks upon my dazzled sight,
IT'S ths city where lawmakers
Gather in their power and might,
To fnaugurate the leader
Chosen by the people, Cheers
Hearty, unrestrained, announce him,
Welcome him as hear appears.
Do hear the minstrel rightly?
They are Scotf,s own words at last,
"Hail the Chiefin We hail how fondly
One we knew in years long past
And the bells ring out W0lcome,
Through their strain, OH we can tell
Runs thread-li like old time echo,
What we do, let Us do well.
Many happy scenes Of homes passed