Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1906-06-14

Altar across the stiffness
Our bell of even rang.
That night its note was wistful
And plafntiVely it sang.
That night it seemed to whisper
And fade into a sigh;
Each other eve it rang goodnight.
That night it said goodbye
And DER the lonely hillside
l saw the shadows creep.
And all our peaceful convent
Was wrapped in gentle sleep.
Below us, in the valley,
The city'S golden SparS
Shot far into the river,
Above us shone the stars.
Methought the cityS glimmer
But marked the path of man,
The stars, in heaven, cleaning.
The everlasting plan.
The ares of light that man had made
Lay broken at my feet,
While in the heavens shining
! saw the rounds complete;
Moons. stars, and consultations,
AfOat in the ether sea,
With nations upon nations
OF creatureS such as we.
Then. what if our hearts be signing.
And what if our hearts should break
The stars in heaven rolling,
Will pause not for our sake.
Does il matter If we are standing
When life is at its best?
Does it matter if we are hoping?
Can our poor hopes be blest?
Why struggle. when our life time
Is three-score years and ten?
Why strive to know our inmost self
To strive and weep-and then?
Fair in every detail,
WondrOuSly complete,
The work of His creation
Lies at the Makers feet.
Stars about stars revolving,
Far and more far in space,
Forever and forever
stars about stars revolving,
Circles and circles new,
Higher and ever higher.
Beyond our mortal view.
Where is the farthest circle?
What the concentric power
That keeps the circles moving
From hour unto hour?
Then, from the perfect harmony,
The music of the spheres
In gentleSt rhythm answered me,
And calmed my doubling fears.
Within the inmost circle,
The central moving power,
Gods heart shall keep us moving
From hour unto hour.
And in that Heart-creatiVe,
Thy own true self; an! see,
And know myself; oh! know thysen
AS thou vast meant to be-
And then my dream was ended.
The morning broke affair:
The gold and crimson daWnlng
Outshone the evening star.
The gold and crimson dawning
OF the morn of our goodbye,
For girlhood days We're over,
And earnest life was nigh
oh, dearest Alma Mater,
OH sacred villa, hear;
Though passed beyond thy portals
No unemoryll be more dear
Well hear Thy, thy sweet voice go raiiins
TO every daughter calling,
Dear child, thine own self know.
Miss Hattie E. Larkin sang with violin
,bligato by Albert Petersen, Thou
Brilliant Bird" by David, which prov
ID one of the real treats of the morn
ng. Miss Larkin sang with her ac
.ustomed sweetness and purity OF
,oice and with that exquisite interpre
alton so characteristic of her work.
History of Class Flower.
Miss Ella Baumbach's production
The Glass Flower, a Bunch OF SWEEP
Peas" was an excellent one. possess
ne great merit in thought and compo
,ition. After giving a short history OF
his dainty flower. its place in litera
ure, where it has become immortallZ
ID, and it's Specification. departure and
Miss Baumbach drew
many beautiful lessons from 1t. Its
DOT is bedded in the dark earth. but
he tendency of the plant is upward to-
Yards the life-giving sun. The vine
must be daily pruned, else fruiting Will
prevent further growth; so the intel
ect must be nurtured to produce ever
weeter flowers. Seven virtues, typical
# the sweet pea, might be culled and
arried out into life-purity, prudence
principle, piety. prayer. patience and
astly, perseverance, remembering the
words of Bishop Spalding, IF thou
last done thy best, God will give 1t
worth"
The valedictorian. Miss Eileen
)'Hara, chose as her subject En-
hantment," and treated IT In
most impressive and pleas
ng way. The sense of beauty turks
innate in the mind of youth; it is full
f illusions, of enchanted, mystic
ealms. Enchantment is alluring.
howing terraced heights on every
raggy mount; it promises rest for
ching feet, SCOTS down doubt and fear,
nd says, Take cheer. there are no
ark clouds on yonder mountain
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