The Newtown bee., 1901-08-09

l In every human breast, in which the past Recalls time when love dwelt there Blu though
 lis sweet to love. and in return dear Ones love receive, 'tis not for this alone We came into the world Too oft this love Is lost or broken, or perhaps unlearned. We'll said that bard "'Tis better to hay. loved And lost again than never to ha ye loved At all;" and yet the pain of misspent love Gan never die. If this were all life Many would be the ones with broken lives, when memories of days gone by would rise In spectral form and greet the mourner still With haunting leer. Lifes highways strewr would be
 With men and women for whom life had naught
 Of hope to give, no word to cheer them on 10 meet the task the morrow brings. And cen
 Inose faVored ones on whom the God of Love "lth fancy free bestows his smiles still must some other labor know else cloyed with joy, They lose the prize they hold, or else with sell hecome so satisfied that they exist for self Ana self alone The world without, deep 1nsistant voice within both tell in words Plain spoken, Love is not all"
 Peaceful. still scene is laid before me, such a scene AS "ofos can ne'er portray with meaning
 like
 The view itself can give. A snow-whtte cot Wltnin narrow room contains pale Wan-featnred man, oblivious to all Around and wasting with the fever's heat: Delirtous he rolls from side to side And mutt0rS words cOn fl, Sod O nd ,,,a,r,u.,... Into the neatly ordered room there steps A woman, dressed in white, and looks unon The suffering one with pity; yes, and love. For She is given the power to aid the sick, TO cool the heated brow, and still the hands That wander restlessly. But one slight touch Nay, cen her very presence, calms and stills The suHerer; the restless movement stops, Ana gentle sleep, that best, most soothing
 balm Descends.
 The scene is changed see factory filled with life, its humming lathes Ana whistling looms in merry gladsome strife Fulfilling each it's end. The workers all, Intent upon their toll, with quickened minds Are bent to do their task as best they may With no regret that theirs the lot to serve, But heightened joy. Not they the ones to
 grieve Ihat their endeayor fills the vaults, and lines The purses their employers own: with truth Ihey realize the sacred tie by which Ihey serve and then in turn are served
 Once more the curtain rises. Peace Ana happiness here reign supreme see quiet home. the children gathered round The evening lamp the father back from toll Now rests, mother alone is busied still With many tasks the xVh And eve to morn fill up the waking hours. 1t Is a scene of love and yet 'tis more, 1t Is a scene of loving service where Each lives for all and all for each,
 This then The meaning of our life; for service were we placed upon this mortal sphere, to help ihe 1allen' cheer the faint, resist the wrong, Assist the right, to live that men may be The better for our having lived. For more Than pleasure vain, more than a selfish love Bound up within Its own horizon is The service of Christian man. who loves Ills neighbor as himself, and lives to aid Gods children to a purer nobler life To-day we say goodbye; association scenes We know so well, which were for four long
 years the means UT happiness and peace and joy tomorrow
 will
 Be memories, but in our deepest heart we still shall cherish them. We've here begun to see
 what true Life is, and as we go to sail the perceful blue, Or climb the rugged mountains crest. what
 ever crown We win, at Amherst's feet we'll lay our lau-
 rels down. Our Ivy, thee we leave; we wander from these
 halls We've learned to love so well. and go where
 duty calls Us into active life We know that .ho,, +h,
 part Wilt fill May we with honor, bold and brave
 of heart, f fulhli our task as well as thou wilt thine. To
 thee We look, our inspiration and our guide, in thee we each possess a share of ownership and now With thee begin larger life with barred brow
 1.-The Amherst Student.