The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1898-05-10
PERSEVERANCE.



Graduation Grafton 81 Miss ,JenHie Massey
81 me class 81 '0S.
Tonight we launch our ships upon
the deep; the pure white sails are in
ilated by the breeze and the signals
are dying from stern and mast head.
Behind us lies the realm OF our
childhood; before us, naught
save the vast expanse Of the
ocean. We cannot penetrate the veil
which hides futurity from mortal
view. We know not how strong or
how weak you waves may become in
after years Yet we know that every
cloud has its silving lining. "Perser-
yerance is a Roman virtue"
THAT wins each GotliRc actand plueks sue
cess
Fen from the spear-proof crest ofrugged
danger
Perseverance will overcome every
obstacle where there's will
there's a way" says an old adage, and
the lives OF great mtp afford many in.
stances OF the power of the will. This,
and the konest performance Of duty,
will assuredly insure success. In en-
tering upon this vast scene Of action
where everyone is jostling against his
neigh Dor, crowding here, trembling
there, and pushing along at such a
headlong pace, we cannot expect to
drift comfortably along with the tide
and yet attain the happiness which
Nu inn
Everything has its price. For the
beautiful dawn pervading all the
earth with the glory OF the new born
day, there has been the night; for the
rose bathed in the morning dew, the
cruel thorn; and for the sparkling
wine the purple grape has been
bruised and torn. The poet sings:
"Wcre there no race to run, no battles fierce
Were there no brains TO rack, no fears no
Then there would be no crown to wear, no
No endless life to gain beyoue this transient
scene"
Another says, upon our difficulties
surmounted we build our ladder Ia
heaven"
Great ends can only be obtained by
great means Paradise Lost" was
written by Milton, when the light of
day fell upon his sightless eyes, veiled
in shroud of eternal darkness. Those
soul stirring notes, now gliding along
in exquisite harmony, now swelling
into the roar Of the thunder storm
and again bursting forth into joyous
strains as the laughter of some noun
tain brook as it dashes along its way
awolSe no answering echo in the com
poser's heart-Beethove was deaf tC
his own music. A homeless one was
he who wrote "lIome, Sweet Home.
BismarlS, the greatest Of all modern
statesmen, was once scorned scoifeC
at and considered almost in the light
OF fanatic. Yet he has scaled the
wall OF opposition, he stands upon the
topmost pinnacle Of glory, his hand
clasps the olive twig, his brow is en-
circlcd by wreath Of earths bright
est laurels.
In all times and in all ages sorrow
has scourged the human race. Aillic
| tions lay bare what is noblest in man
! lie only who has bowed his head be
meath the pruri ing knife, whose sou
has been purged by sorrow and suffer
ing, wears upon his brow the seal o
| nobility.
Yon aged man, just lingering on th'
! threshold of eternity, whose brow i.
| pervaded by light, half divine, whos
| eyes beam with holy tenderness, an,
whose lips breathe messages as /
were from heaven, was not Away
! thus His heart once, toe, was torn bl
conflicting passions, his path was no
| without its stones and piercing thorns
else this peaceful change had neve
! been wrought.
Man was born to overcome Gificul
ties. From the cradle 10 the grave
! his life is nothing but a series of bat
ties, generally successful by victory
victory which only urges him TO joil
again in the conflict, to surmount an
! other wall even higher than the first
No matter how wildly the tempest
rage, though the billows roll in upol
us with almost overwhelming force
and the whirlpool rises to engulf n
into the fathomless depths below, lie
us not dispair let us stand firm an,
unfinching as the wall amid the raginl
elements; battling manfully for tn
right, even should we founder ol
treacherous sands, and failure be tn
end OF our endeavor, success is EN-
bodied in that very failure.
And when old age creeps upon us
when the light OF youth has left on
eyes, and time has threaded our hal
with silver; when dreams Of the laure
and olive branch have long fade
away, then, at last, when the element
have spent their fury, like the wa
our aching brows will be cooled by
wreath OF fresh green ivy.
The barriers which impeded US 1
our onward march will seem but a jus
price for the crown of the victor.
The proudest motto for the young:
| Write IL In lines of gold upon the heart an
in thy mind the stirring words unfold.
And IN mlstortunes dreary hour, or fortune
| prosperous gale,
Twill bear a holy cheering, There Is I
such word as fan
THE UORKING GIRLS or IIERIC
Graduating iddress Of Miss Emma Coope
Class Of rs.