The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1912-08-15
SEARsPoRT CORRESPONDENCE.

A DESCENDANT OF FORMER SEAKsPoHr FAM
LIES Wins HIGH HoNoRs AT HARVARD COL
LEGE. James Gordon Gilkey, who wrote the
class poem and class hymn for this years
graduating class from Harvard cohege' ana
who was among the most distinguished mem-
bers of that class, which numbered almost
500, is descended from Searsport iamliies. HIS
grandfather, Royal Gilhey, ana MS grand
mother. Hannah (Young) Gilkey' the daugh-
ter of Benjamin and Dinah (Nichols) Young,
were both born and brought up In Searsport.
Royal Gilkey was the son of capt. Fnlllp Gli-
key whose old homestead is no" owned and
occupied by Mr.. Sumner Stevens. while IN
college Mr.. Gilkey won the Garrison prize OF
500, for the best poem on the SUBJECT Of
Boston as seen from Harvard Bridge" He
was a member of several well known clubs,
among them the Hasty Pudding Club and was
especially active in musical cluos, OF one Of
which he was president. On class day he was
one of the Marshals. Mr.. Gilkey is the son of
Mr.. and Mrs. James Gilkey OF Auburn Place,
WATERFOWL. Mass, and when a child visited
Searsport, where he was the guest of his
cousin, Miss Elnora Waterhouse, on West
Main street.
BOSTON AS SEEN FROM THE HARVARD BRIDGE
The Lloyd McKim Garrison prize, for the
best poem on a subject chosen by the Depart
ment of English, was awarded to Gordon
Gilkey, IL, of Watertown, Mass. The subject
selected this year was Boston as seen from
the Harvard Bridge" The prize consists of
one hundred dollars and silver medal. Gil
key received honorable mention in last years
competition.
dozen spires against the sky
plain of roofs-the circled glow
Of one great dome-a canyon'd street
The prisoned river far below;
Shrill echoes of teeming way
whistles iron throated cry
The clatter of road of stone
Unnumbered steps that murmur by.
The savage knew thy triple hill,
The dauntless Pilgrim turned to thee,
Thy snowy street was first to bear
The crimson flower of liberty.
Thy sons were champion of the slave,
Thy children fashioned Cuba's fate
And still a mighty work is thine,
Staid guardian of our northeast gate!
From lards where sunset is the dawn
Inc nations Drlng tnelr Sl1lS 10 tnee
On double roads of ringing steel
And laden pathways of the sea.
Oh wake in pleasure stiaed ears
The challenge of unsorted spoil
Give US a task, and guard our lips
From boastng in another's toll.
Across thy stream our fathers came
To find the knowledge born of men;
With thee they tracked the circling stars
And heard the songs OF Rome again.
Thou gavest them the seeds of strength,
The glimpses of world unwon--
o give that power now, reveal
The fathers vision to the son.
Awake the buried soul that cried
For justice from naughty King,
And bid our later monarchs share
With all the spoil that all may bring
touch our drowsy hearts with shame
For sunless homes where sin is piled,
And call us from the shrines of gold
Built on the ruins of child.
Now fades the day behind the stream,
The quivering lights begin to glow,
thousand footsteps eager come,
A thousand others weary go.
On toiling tide and plundered hill
The ageess challenge rings again
Each light shrine for sacrifice.
Each stem trur,pet call for men