Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-06-22
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Where the castle grand or cot of humDie
Alike claim patriarchal sanctity
Which We in this New World can never
know,
There may we learn the solemn dignity
Which age imparts. True, nature may
On us the lavished riches of her store
With varied scenic grandeur and sublime;
The wierd, impressive. magic touch OF
time.
The poet who sung of Arthur's Court
And of the Holy Grail its noble quest
Has touched theme of mightier import
Than aught our native poets have eX-
pressed
To relics of the past such reverence
Is paid by man. Fraught with such mys
The Old World finds a sort Of recompense.
We pay this price for what our New
World is
Art cen as poetry finds greater scope
In some romantic castle on the Rhine
Or Spanish convent, rising on the slope
OF purple halls that gave the world their
Before these shores had felt the white
mans tread
Or known his power What magic can
These scenes with mystery? When all is
said
! We recognize the vulgar in the new.
There is painting from the master-hand
| OF one who knew the power Of those
scenes
The latent beauty of that ancient land.
| it seems.
To paint this simple picture for all time
| To marvel at. He labored not for fame
| But toied in Arts true cause, spufied
| the sublime,
| Chose the sincere and sombre. us the
same
Half melancholy. half religious sense
| OF brooding pensiveness. the subtle power
| feelings EXPRESSED
| tense
And deeply real, that permeates this hour.
The day is DER, the distant West
CLOVIS with the setting sun.
Two humble peasants fold their hands.
Heads bowed, for work is done.
And from the distant chapel comes
The harbinger of peace.
| 1t Is the angeluS, whose voice
Bids weary labor cease.
This is the solemn hour of prayer
And grateful praise for al
The merces of the passing day,
For blessing great or small
Now lie the implements Oh Toll
Neglected on the ground.
They stand, these two IN reVerent ave.
A silence reignS profound,
Inbroken save by the 1alnt note
OF summons from the bell.
Now work is O'er-it matters not
Whether done ill or well;
The opportunities which came
With mornings early light.
Are merged in the vanished past.
This day is done. But night
Marks the transmission of this life
Into another day
OF opportunities renewed.
Suffice it now to say
The "Nuntiavit Mariae
AngeluS Domini .,
, And the good God who knows their 1altn
VIII bless them from on high.
Oh Alma Mater. who hast led thy sons
With firm but gentle hand, now as we
near
| The parting of the ways. reluctant. comes
This sense of solemn awe. DO we no"
RESPONSIBILITIES of future years?
Then would thy teaching be in VAN.
, Ills rather that, as separation hears,
There comes this thought-that never once
again
: Nav we be reunited by thy shrine
; With number undiminished. All the sweet
: Associations which we now resign
Would make us linger ever at tiny 1eet.
Thv mandate is to do, not to delay
Irresollte 50 bidding us taking neart
Move onward. Be the future what 1t may,
a Grant us thy benediction ere we part
John Merrill Brigham.
This ended the exercises of the morn
ing in Memorial hall and the assembly
l repaired to dinner.
{ The afternoon exercises began at p.
, NJ. under the historian ThOrndike oak,
where a platform had been erected for
the speakers and made respondent
with the class colOrs and large
American flag at the back. large en-
closure had been built at the front
where seats had been placed for the
: convenience of seniors and their
friends The exercises had scarcely be-
gun, however, when rain began to fali
and the exercises had to be transferred
to the church, where they We're carried
out most successfully. Following is the
program of the afternoon:
Opening Address.
Herbert Henry Cakes, Auburn
Music.
History, William Frederick Coan. Auburn
Parting Address.
William Edward Lunt Lisbon
Music
| Smoking Pipe of Peace.
| Singing ode.
| Cheering Halls.
Farewell.
Each of the afternoon speakers made
very interesting addresses, the history
of Mr.. Coan being especially bright.
The ode was as follows:
CLASS ODE
Air-Eton Boating Song.
|
| Fairer can never be,
Today we are come together
| To say farewell to thee:
But wherever life shall lead us.
| Wen love thee for evermore.
And long shall thy praises be echoed
By the Glass of Nineteen Four.
Here meath thy pines majestic,
Here mid thy ivied halls.
Has been bred in us the spirit
Ito welcome whatever Details;
So now as We face the future.
Where each must bear his part.
Wen enter life'S long struggle.
With n strong and manly heart.
Others will soon take our places,
Glasses will come and go, .-
Yet ne'er shall our love for thee weaken,
But ever shall stronger grow.
With a toast to old days at BoWdoin,
| Wen fill to the brim our glass,
And we'll cheer. cheer forever,
For the college and for the class.
| Samuel Trask Dana.
Music for the afternoon was furnish