The Newtown bee., 1901-08-09

In every human breast, in which the past
Recalls time when love dwelt there. But
though
IT'S sweet to love. and In return a dear
Ones love receive, tits not for this alone
We came into the world. Too oft this love
Is lost or broken, or perhaps unlearned.
Well said that bard, "'Tis better to have
loved
And lost again than never to hav loved
At au;' and yet the pain OF a 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 Lies highways strewn
would be
With men and women for whom life had
naught
OF hope to give no word to cheer them on
To meet the task the morrow brings. And
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Those favored ones on whom the God of Love
With fancy free bestOwS his smiles still must
Some other labor know else clOyed with low,
They lose the prize they hold, or else with self
Become so satisfied that they exist for self
And self alone. The world without, a deep
Insistant voice within both tell in words
Plain spoken, "Love is not ALL"
Peaceful. still
A scene is laid before me, such a scene
AS words can ne'er portray with meaning
like
The view itself can give snow-white cot
Within narrow room contains pale
Manufactured man, oblivious to all
Around and wasting with the fever's heat;
Delfrious he rolls from side to side
And mutters words confused and meaningless.
Into the neatly ordered room there steps
A woman, dressed in white. and looks upon
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, Gains and stills
The sufferer; the restless movement stops,
And gentle sleep, that best, most soothing
balm
Descends.
The scene Is changed. I see
A factory filed with life, its humming lathes
AND Whlstling looms In merry gladstone strife
Fulfilling each its 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 tc
grieve
That their endeaYor fills the vaults, and lines
The purses their employers own: with truth
They realize the sacred tie by which
They serve and then in turn are served.
Once more the curtain rises Peace
And happiness here reign supreme. I see
A quiet home. the children gathered round
The evening lamp the father back from toll
Now rests, mother alone is busted still
With manyrtasks, the which from morn to eve
And eve to morn I'll up the waking hours
1t Is a scene OF love and yet tits 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
The fallen, 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 selfish love
Bound up within its own horizon Is
The service OF a Christian man. who loves
His neighbor as himself, and lives to aid
Gods children to purer, nobler life.
To-day we say goodbye; association scenes
We know so we'll, which we're for four long
years the means
OF 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 we'll. and 20 where
duty calls
Us into active life. We know that thou thv
part
wilt I'LL. May we with honor, bold and brave
of heart,
Fulfill our task as we'll as thou wilt thine. To
thee
we look, our inspiration and our guide, In thee
we each possess share Of ownership and now
With thee begin larger life with barred brow
1.-THE Amherst Student.