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 BY P. M. WAGNER. 
 
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 Ohio 
 
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'DgDICJl'GIOZK, 
 
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TO THE READER. 
 
 The former products of the Author's pen having 
 been accorded a kind reception, he again, with his 
 natural sense of timidity, ventures out on the great 
 sea of Literature. 
 
 This little volume is sent forth on its mission 
 with "many a misgiving and many a doubt," but 
 with the fond hope of a little seed falling here and 
 there and springing up to somewhere and somehow 
 light some benighted soul on the way of rectitude 
 and truth. 
 
 P. M. W. 
 Canal Dover, Ohio, Aug. 20, 1909. 
 
Educational Poems 
 
A MYSTERY. 
 
 MEDITATION. 
 
 NATURE'S CALL. 
 
 TO THE TEACHERS OF TUSCARAWAS 
 COUNTY, OHIO. 
 
 DO NOT. 
 
 APRIL. 
 
 EIN BRIEF. 
 
 FAREWELL LETTER. 
 
 WHITTIER. 
 
 OUR JOE. 
 
A MYSTERY. 
 
 Life is a mystery to me, 
 
 Uncertain too; 
 We're born, we live perhaps, to see 
 It's miseries, its woes' decree, 
 
 And then to do 
 What is our fate— to sadly sigh, 
 Breathe yet awhile, and then to die. 
 
 On childhood's morn we ope to light 
 
 Unclouded eyes; 
 We look about, see all is bright 
 That comes within our range of sight, 
 
 With varied dyes. 
 All nature's works are painted o'er, 
 From ocean's wave, from shore to shore. 
 
 Inquiring eyes, outstretched hands 
 
 Begin their work; 
 They fathom everything that stands 
 In places near, on distant strands, 
 
 And never shirk; 
 They are the instruments of mind, 
 Whose uses teach all humankind. 
 
 Thus education leads up higher, 
 From day to day; 
 
 —7— 
 
It stimulates a fond desire 
 And kindles in the soul a fire 
 
 "Whose embers may, 
 Imbedded deep, warm up within 
 And cause a greater growth begin. 
 
 A few short years, then childhood's days 
 
 And their delight 
 Have passed; no more their simple lays 
 Are heard; the childish form now strays 
 
 To greater might; 
 The days of youth have come to reign 
 O'er childhood's sacred, late domain. 
 
 The brain, the mind develop fast 
 
 In Learning's way, 
 As youthful minds are molded, cast, 
 So will they be when youth is past. 
 
 Great, or astray, 
 Which will they be? That all depends 
 On what great power itself commends. 
 
 Environment, heredity 
 
 Assert themselves 
 In various ways for mastery 
 In shaping man's great destiny. 
 
 'Tis truth that delves 
 Into the labyrinths of thought 
 With richest, purest knowledge fraught. 
 
 The pearls, the gems of greatest worth 
 Are garnered there. 
 
 —8— 
 
Of honor bright, there seems a dearth 
 Among the fading things of earth; 
 
 Yet, everywhere, 
 The dormant germs of childhood's strife 
 Are springing into youthful life. 
 
 A few short years, then bids adieu, 
 
 The buoyant youth, 
 To balmiest days, no more to strew, 
 As only youthful hands can do, 
 
 The seeds of truth 
 To sprout and grow in minds mature 
 And through enternity endure. 
 
 The youth to manhood soon has grown, 
 
 Then seeks to find 
 The mysteries to realms unknown, 
 And finding, make them serve his own 
 
 To store his mind 
 With theories and truth profound 
 That soon shall o'er the earth resound. 
 
 His theories, perhaps, will meet 
 
 The skeptic's eye,' 
 Who may resolve to bring defeat 
 By calling on all men to treat 
 
 Distrustingly, 
 All recent thought or theory, 
 No matter who the author be. 
 
 If truth is their foundation-stone, 
 His obscure name 
 
 —9— 
 
From humblest sphere to gilded throne 
 "Will rise and everywhere be known. 
 
 On heights of fame 
 His name shall rest, from there to spread 
 Its radiance o'er the skeptic's head. 
 
 Tis truth divine upon which stands 
 
 The hope of man. 
 The mysteries of God's own hands 
 Are subject not to our commands; 
 
 Since time began, 
 Mysterious and changeless ways 
 Have marked and mark all Nature's lays. 
 
 From early morn upon which wakes 
 
 The wondering child, 
 Through busy youth, which ne'er forsakes 
 But freely of what's taught partakes, 
 
 Through undefiled, 
 Maturer years, a problem great 
 Confronts us with its looks sedate. 
 
 We try to solve it, but in vain; 
 
 'Tis mystery: 
 Through all our work we courage gain 
 To strive to reach that royal plane 
 
 Where we shall see, 
 And seeing, clearly understand 
 The workings of a Master-hand. 
 
 —10— 
 
MEDITATION. 
 
 One night I sat before the open door 
 
 In meditation deep; 
 My thoughts sped o'er much ancient classic lore, 
 And volumes of the present's golden store 
 
 Which truth and learning keep. 
 The works, the fruits of brave incessant toil, 
 I saw implanted in productive soil. 
 
 The seed that was by hoary sages sown 
 
 In years long past and gone, 
 Since then to full maturity has grown, 
 Or has to realms of nothingness been blown, 
 
 As ought with much be done. 
 Naught but the best, the rarest of the rare, 
 Should man's or woman's meditations share. 
 
 Of shallow, silly, base and useless stuff, 
 
 The world now has too much. 
 If led by it, one soon must meet rebuff, 
 And then be led to cry, "0, 'tis enough, 
 
 Deliver me from such 
 And let me drink the draught serene and pure 
 That will through time, eternity endure." 
 
 Of beauteous things in literature and art, 
 The treasures of the past 
 
 -11- 
 
Are little grains of sand, that play a part 
 In giving to the present age a start, 
 
 And it is moving fast, 
 To form the rocks from which to chisel out 
 The images of truth, not fruitless doubt. 
 
 The rocks of virtue, truth and love 
 
 Are indestructible, 
 And at the sculptor's will are caused to move, 
 As if directed by the Hand above, 
 
 And not be cheerless, dull; 
 But to partake of all that is divine 
 And like the sun in noonday splendor shine. 
 
 -12— 
 
NATURE'S CALL. 
 
 For all who seek the precious hidden truths 
 Which yet lie deep imbedded from the eyes 
 Of mortal beings, there are many joys 
 And pleasures; but the idle, lis' less minds 
 That dwell upon the fading things of earth, 
 Will disappointment see. Inquiring minds 
 And watchful eyes are seldom led astray. 
 
 Within the realms of Nature's gorgeous works 
 There is a gentle voice that whispers, "Come, 
 Come learn to think the richest, highest thoughts 
 That e'er can fill the mind of man. My store 
 Is inexhaustable ; my teachings lead 
 To higher life, where peace, contentment reign 
 Supreme." 
 
 The rocks, themselves, huge volumes are, 
 Upon whose massive pages are inscribed 
 The records of the past. The history 
 Recorded there, can never be effected, 
 Nor e'er denied. Imprinted deep, its time 
 To fade will ne'er be known, will never come, 
 But for eternities 'twill stand, changeless 
 As He who rules the universe and is 
 The Father of us all. 
 
 —13— 
 
The hills, the vales, 
 
 The streams that flow in their majestic course, 
 
 The water bubbling from the ground to form 
 
 The rivulets, the grass, the shrubs, the trees, 
 
 And e'en the meanest flower, the beasts and birds, 
 
 Yea, every living thing, instill our souls 
 
 With anxious thoughts and keen desires to know 
 
 "What we shall never know, until the cares, 
 
 The trials, pain and woe of this brief life 
 
 Have all been borne, and we are summoned to 
 
 A brighter and a better world. 
 
 —14— 
 
TO THE TEACHERS OF 
 
 TUSCARAWAS COUNTY, OHIO. 
 
 There are scores of pupils waiting 
 For the fast approaching hour, 
 
 When the bell begins its ringing 
 In the distant school-house tower. 
 
 Bright vacation's days are over 
 And the mind has had its rest. 
 
 Fertile fields, prepared for sowing, 
 Now are waiting for the best. 
 
 They are waiting, longing, yearning 
 
 To begin to think and toil 
 O'er the labors that shall fit them 
 
 As the pride of Freedom's soil. 
 
 From the youngest to the oldest, 
 
 They await the happy time, 
 When the bells once more shall call them 
 
 By their sweet, melodious chime. 
 
 With sweet faces, bright and cheerful, 
 With their hearts all free from care, 
 
 They are longing to assemble 
 In the courts of learning fair. 
 
 -15- 
 
They are thinking of their teachers 
 Have for each and all in store, 
 
 That shall aid in their building, 
 And shall last forevermore. 
 
 They are planning for the future; 
 
 They are building day by day 
 At that great and mighty structure, 
 
 Made by God of homely clay; 
 
 At that mightier, grander structure 
 That for aye shall ever shine, 
 
 That each day grows stronger, brighter, 
 In the light and love divine. 
 
 But that clayey house must crumble, 
 
 And return to silent dust, 
 While the spirit takes departure 
 
 And then mingles with the just. 
 
 I have oft been set to thinking 
 What the true results will be, 
 
 When this mighty corps of teachers 
 Train the children of the free. 
 
 For the work imposed upon them 
 
 Is the noblest to be done. 
 There is nothing from the gloaming 
 
 To the setting of the sun, 
 
 That is higher, grander, nobler, 
 Than the training of the mind. 
 
 —16— 
 
You may seek, but in your seeking 
 You will nothing greater find. 
 
 Not alone the mental training, 
 
 But the physical as well, 
 Needs attention from the teacher, 
 
 If his labors are to tell. 
 
 There's the moral nature also, 
 
 Needs true guidance from the start, 
 
 Else the evil will be ruling 
 
 What should be the better part. 
 
 If the body is neglected, 
 
 And the moral nature weak, 
 
 There will that which is immortal 
 Soon another dwelling seek. 
 
 For it has been clearly proven 
 That when morals are depraved, 
 
 They will wreck the mortal body 
 And the soul that should be saved. 
 
 Go, my friends, by God directed, 
 Teach the youth of Freedom's land; 
 
 Teach them to be true to country, 
 And by her to ever stand; 
 
 Teach them to be sons and daughters, 
 True to country and to God, 
 
 True to self and fellow-being, 
 Treading as our fathers trod ; 
 
 -17- 
 
Teach them to be up and doing, 
 For there soon on them will fall 
 
 The proud mantle of their fathers, 
 At the sound of country's call. 
 
 Guide, direct ihem in life's pathway, 
 Led by love of truth and right ; 
 
 Then when comes the hour of parting, 
 All your record will be bright. 
 
 Seek, my friends, a crown of jewels, 
 For your labors in this life ; 
 
 It will be a fitting tribute, 
 
 For your labor and your strife. 
 
 Leave, my friends, a noble record, 
 And receive without reserve, 
 
 Praise and honor, rightly meted, 
 From the people whom you serve. 
 
 -18— 
 
DO NOT. 
 
 Do not chew, my friend and neighbor; 
 
 Do not use the filthy weed ; 
 From the brutes now learn the lesson; 
 
 On it they refuse to feed. 
 
 Do not chew gum or tobacco, 
 For it ne'er was God's design 
 
 To have man himself to humble, 
 Or to chew a cud like kine. 
 
 Do not smoke. Had God intended 
 That man ever should so do, 
 
 He'd have formed him with a chimney 
 For the smoke to travel through. 
 
 Do not drink death-dealing liquors, 
 For they make a fool of man, 
 
 Kill his conscience, starve his children, 
 As there's nothing else that can. 
 
 Do not chew or drink, my brother; 
 
 It will wreck your mortal frame; 
 Its effects upon your offspring 
 
 Will be misery and shame. 
 
 See the weak and nervous children! 
 Ask you of all this the cause? 
 
 —19— 
 
Nothing but the free transgression 
 Of kind Nature's changeless laws. 
 
 In the alms-house and the prison, 
 
 In the homes for imbecile, 
 In asylums for the insane, 
 
 Those effects are telling still. 
 
 Do not swear, for it is useless, 
 And good-breeding's want proclaims; 
 
 It is foolish, it is wicked, 
 
 And spreads darkness o'er your name. 
 
 Do not gossip, for the devil 
 Owns Dame Gossip for his wife ; 
 
 She is ever watching, waiting 
 To create discord and strife. 
 
 Show her out your nearest doorway, 
 
 If she enters your abode; 
 Fill your mind with thoughts the noblest, 
 
 That all time can ne'er corrode. 
 
 Do not grumble, for the grumbler 
 
 Is despised by every one; 
 For him is too long the sermon, 
 
 Or too brightly shines the sun. 
 
 For him is too short the menu, 
 
 Or too dim the starry sky; 
 Oft the seasons and the weather 
 
 Are for him too wet or dry. 
 
 —20— 
 
But the joys of heaven, my reader, 
 Will too perfect for him be; 
 
 To enjoy his graceful habit, 
 He must other regions see. 
 
 Do not shirk your humble duties; 
 
 There is always work to do; 
 Do it with a zeal reflecting 
 
 Praise and honor over you. 
 
 Do your duty, do it ever; 
 
 Let the world think what it may; 
 'Tis your duty to be fitting 
 
 For the bright, eternal day. 
 
 —21- 
 
APRIL. 
 
 When the buds begin to open, 
 
 Then we know that April's here; 
 
 'Twas thus by the Romans spoken 
 Of this season of the year. 
 
 By the Anglo-Saxon people 
 "Oster" it was aptly called, 
 Which is but the month of Easter, 
 As in English 'tis installed. 
 
 By the Dutch the month of April, 
 For the grass begins to grow, 
 
 Oft receives the name of ''Grass-month," 
 As it did long years ago. 
 
 Tis the month when we're permitted, 
 In some simple, artful w T ay, 
 
 On our neighbors, while unmindful, 
 Many foolish tricks display. 
 
 —22— 
 
EIN BRIEF. 
 
 Liebe Schueler: — 
 Meine Pflichten sind zu Ende, 
 Meine Arbeit ist gethan. 
 Huetet meine Lehre, Kinder, 
 Denket, denket oft daran. 
 
 Meine Lehre soil euch fuehren 
 
 Auf der Warheits schoenen Pfad. 
 
 Thut nur das was gut und loeblich; 
 Lasset jede bose That. 
 
 Laster bringt den Mensch zur Schande; 
 
 Tugend ist das schoenste Kleid. 
 Lebet so das Gottes Segen 
 
 G'leit euch hin zur Ewigkeit. 
 
 P. M. Wagner, Lehrer. 
 Zoar, Ohio, April 11, 1893. 
 
 —23— 
 
FAREWELL LETTER. 
 (Translation of "Ein Brief.") 
 
 Dear Pupils 
 My duties are now ended, 
 
 And now my work is done. 
 O, heed my teachings, children, 
 
 And often think thereon. 
 
 In truth's great path of beauty, 
 My teachings you shall lead; 
 
 Do only what's commended, 
 And shun each evil deed. 
 
 Let virtue be your garment; 
 
 Vice brings to man disgrace. 
 Live to receive God's blessing 
 
 And win eternal peace. 
 
 —24— 
 
WHITTIER. 
 
 There's a name on every tongue, 
 
 Where a song of Freedom's sung, 
 
 Thrills the soul like joy divine, 
 And for aye will ever shine, 
 
 Fills the heart with rapturous joy, 
 
 Like the heart of "Barefoot Boy." 
 
 From a humble farmer's home 
 To the poet's fancied throne, 
 
 To the legislative halls, 
 
 Where the voice of country calls, 
 
 To the plains of classic prose, 
 He in Quaker fashion rose. 
 
 From his pen flowed Freedom's voice 
 Which made many a heart rejoice. 
 
 Love and pity, scenes of home, 
 
 Whence all joy and comfort come, 
 
 Are embodied in his verse 
 
 That we often fain rehearse. 
 
 Whittier's is a noble name, 
 
 Free from blemish and from shame, 
 Fit to freely imitate 
 
 By the lowly and the great. 
 Where it points we all can see — 
 
 Bright and fair eternity. 
 
 —25— 
 
OUR JOE. 
 
 That's our Joe, 
 
 Don't yer know? 
 He's bin off ter college 
 Gettin' lot's o' knowledge. 
 He's the smartest of our fam'ly, 
 An' does ev'ry thing so calmly, 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 Yes, that's so, 
 
 That our Joe 
 Wants ter be a teacher, 
 An' each human creature 
 By his teachin' to inspire, 
 An' to lead them all up higher, 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 All who know 
 
 That our Joe 
 Is a aimin' higher, 
 An' to draw all nigher 
 To the Maker of each creature, 
 Call him a young upstart preacher, 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 Don't yer know, 
 In our Joe, 
 
 -26- 
 
They are all mistaken, 
 At the work of shapin' 
 An' a moldin' minds so youthful, 
 He is noble, good an' truthful, 
 Our Joe. 
 
 Why, our Joe, 
 
 This I know, 
 Has a will the firmest 
 An' a mien the sternest, 
 But the kindest heart is beatin' 
 In his bosom, an' entreatin' 
 
 Our Joe, — 
 
 Prayin' Joe 
 
 To mercy show 
 To the playful mortals 
 Who, within the portals, 
 Are evadin' all the rulin' 
 He has made for proper schoolin'. 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 It is so 
 
 That our Joe 
 Views the field of duty 
 As a realm of beauty, 
 An' is strivin' to enlighten 
 An' the dullest mind to brighten. 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 Now, our Joe, 
 People know, 
 
 -27- 
 
Is not merely guessin', 
 But his work's a blessin'; 
 To his callin' he's devoted 
 An' is fast becomin' noted. 
 Our Joe. 
 
 I asked Joe 
 
 How to go 
 Through a school that teaches 
 How to make great speeches, 
 An' to reason like the sages 
 Whom we meet on history's pages. 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 Then our Joe 
 
 Told me so, 
 If I'd be more steady 
 An' be gettin' ready, 
 I could get as good a learnin' 
 As he now is after yearnin'. 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 "For," said Joe, 
 
 "All men know 
 That by perseverin' 
 An' the truth a-hearin', 
 We can fit for life eternal 
 An' a radiant home supernal." 
 
 Our Joe. 
 
 "If you go," 
 Said our Joe, 
 
 —28— 
 
"Without ever thinkin' 
 Or of truth e'er drinkin', 
 Through this life in heedless manner, 
 Ne'er you'll see true victory's banner.' 
 Our Joe. 
 
 —29— 
 
Patriotic Poems. 
 
OUR HEROES. 
 LINES ON LINCOLN. 
 GEORGE AND MARTHA. 
 THE SOLDIERS' MONUMENT. 
 
OUR HEROES. 
 (Written for Decoration Day.) 
 
 It was in April, 'Sixty-one, 
 When Ruffin fired that rebel gun; 
 "When crashed the rebels' challenge ball 
 Against Fort Sumter's granite wall; 
 When rose that mighty rebel host 
 To capture every Union post ; 
 To cause much human blood to flow, 
 This Union great to overthrow. 
 
 "Secession," was the Southern cry. 
 "Maintain the Union, we must try!" 
 Was echoed throughout all the land 
 By many a loyal patriot band. 
 "Maintain it, at whatever cost, 
 Our Union never dare be lost; 
 Maintain her rights, this land so free — 
 This land of blood-bought liberty!" 
 
 Shall we permit to tear down 
 This great and glorious free-man's throne 
 For which our sturdy fathers fought, 
 For which they labored long and wrought 
 With nerveless hand and aching brow?" 
 But list to yonder tramping now ! 
 
 —35— 
 
The answer comes from gleaming lines 
 And where the polished bayonet shines. 
 
 Those lines contain both great and small. 
 They're bravely answering to the call 
 Of Lincoln's voice, for men to fight 
 For country, freedom and the right; 
 To guard, protect each loyal home 
 Whence joy and peace and comfort come; 
 To free the slave whom Freedom's voice 
 Would cause with thankful heart rejoice. 
 
 What means this wailing, piteous sound, 
 Those mournful tones which now surround 
 Our ears? It is a mother's cry; 
 She's bidding husband, son good-bye; 
 It is a sister's mourning tone 
 For father, brother who have gone 
 To fight for country, native land, 
 And for her cause to fall or stand. 
 
 The cry is hushed, and in its stead 
 We see them kneeling with bowed head, 
 Eyes full of tears; their voices rise 
 To Him who rules the earth and skies, 
 To ask of Him and Him implore 
 To lead them safely through the war, 
 And when their soldier's work is done 
 To bring them home, yea, every one. 
 
 That mother's and that sister's love 
 Were kin to that of God above, 
 
 —36— 
 
For days and weeks and months and years* 
 Their prayers oft were checked by tears 
 They toiled and prayed, and prayed and 
 
 wrought, 
 While father, husband, brother fought 
 With courage bold, with might and main, 
 Our country's honor to maintain. 
 
 The war went on ; much blood was shed, 
 But honor crowned the patriots' heads; 
 They faltered not when orders came 
 To put the Southern cause to shame ; 
 They wavered not when deadly foe 
 Advanced to force them onward go, 
 But on the foe, with shot and shell, 
 They made their thoughts and actions tell. 
 
 From Sumpter's Fort, where hope had 
 
 fled, 
 To Appomattox they were led 
 To see Secession's cause go down 
 And beg to wear the Union crown, 
 To- float the stars and stripes once more 
 O'er every hovel, shop and store, 
 O'er every mansion, church and school 
 And let true peace and friendship rule. 
 
 What means that sound of marching feet 
 Which the attentive ear doth greet? 
 'Tis welcome sound to cheer each home; 
 The brave and conquering heroes come. 
 
 —37— 
 
What means that solemn, saddened host? 
 The Southern cause forever lost. 
 This country now for aye is free; 
 The bond men now have liberty. 
 
 "Where are those brave and gallant souls 
 For whom the mournful church-bell tolls? 
 On Southern fields where they were slain, 
 On many a reddened battle plain, 
 In graves kept green by loving hands. 
 In unknow graves in distant lands 
 They lie in sleep; the same bright sun 
 Shines o'er the mounds of every one. 
 
 The moon and stars their vigils keep 
 In silence o'er them while they sleep; 
 O'er some the ocean's billows surge, 
 The winds o'er others sing a dirge, 
 The grass grows green o'er many a mound 
 Of those who heard the bugle sound 
 Upon the fearful carnage-field, 
 Where they would rather die than yield. 
 
 It was for home and country's good, 
 They shed their loyal, precious blood. 
 No more they'll hear the fife and drum, 
 Or hear the tramp of rebels come ; 
 But now enjoy the peace that's given 
 Around their Father's throne in heaven, 
 And there await their comrades all 
 Who answer their Commander's call. 
 
 —38— 
 
Give honor, then, where honor's due 
 And o 'er their graves sweet flowers strew, 
 And thus, while they in silence sleep, 
 Their names in fondest memory keep. 
 Strew brightest roses o'er each mound, 
 Where'er a soldier's tomb is found, 
 To tell in acts of sweet accord 
 True virtue has its own reward. 
 
 Bedeck their graves with lilies white, 
 
 Bright emblems pure as morning's light, 
 
 And as a token of brave youth 
 
 Let lilacs white now tell their truth ; 
 
 And let the moss grow green above, 
 
 A tribute of maternal love; 
 
 Then for the men they fought to free 
 
 Let live-oak tell of liberty. 
 
 Let purple hyacinth reveal 
 
 The sorrow we can ne'er conceal; 
 
 Let myrtle green and violets blue 
 
 E'er tell for them our love so true; 
 
 Let due respect be paid to all 
 
 Who answered at their country's call; 
 
 For they have seen grim-visaged war, 
 
 But soon must pass to yonder shore. 
 
 Soon they will pass to yonder shore 
 Where they shall hear of strife no more, 
 Where war and tumult are unknown, 
 Where each shall wear a victor's crown, 
 
 —39— 
 
And there reune with comrades who 
 Before them made the journey through 
 And there await their friends to come 
 To dwell in their eternal home. 
 
 40- 
 
LINES ON LINCOLN. 
 
 In a home so bright, yet humble, 
 On the Old Kentucky shore, 
 
 There was born a man whose talents 
 Shall be watchwords evermore. 
 
 With a meager education 
 
 His great life-work was begun; 
 With a soul so true and earnest, 
 
 All his work was rightly done. 
 
 When our Nation's life was threatened 
 By Secession's fearful cause, 
 
 He was chosen as our leader 
 
 To enforce our Nation's laws. 
 
 In a firm, unswerving manner, 
 
 With his country's love at heart, 
 
 He performed the arduous duty 
 As a loyal patriot's part. 
 
 —41— 
 
GEORGE AND MARTHA. 
 (Written for Feb. 22, '98— Dover Schools)" 
 
 (Recited by Paul Rockwell and 
 Hazel Crites.) 
 
 George : — 
 
 O, Martha, I would like to know 
 
 What all these things may mean; 
 "When we were here long years ago, 
 
 The like was never seen. 
 
 Martha : — 
 
 Yes, George, we truly realize 
 
 What we would ne'er have thought; 
 With the march of time new things arise 
 
 The past could not have wrought. 
 
 George : — 
 Just hear these boys and girls recite 
 
 And join in sweetest song. 
 It seems to be their souls' delight 
 
 Their country's praise prolong. 
 
 Martha : — 
 
 Yes, nobly are their tasks all done; 
 
 As these late days require. 
 Our great men's names seem everyone 
 With courage to inspire. 
 
 —42— 
 
George : — 
 
 When we were here long years ago, 
 
 This day brought no one cheer. 
 Now, pray tell me why, if you know, 
 
 These folks have gathered here? 
 
 Martha : — 
 
 I have been told, since we have come, 
 They celebrate your birth, 
 Because you made their native home 
 The freest place on earth. 
 
 George : — 
 
 Not I. It was the men who fought 
 
 And followed my command; 
 But I am glad that Freedom's wrought 
 Deep on Columbia's strand. 
 
 Martha : — 
 
 Well, let it be as they may choose 
 
 To Freedom's sound prolong. 
 Let every patriot bear the news 
 
 And waft them all along. 
 
 Both :— 
 
 Let all who hear our words take heed 
 
 And live as all men should. 
 Do not be led by sense of greed, 
 
 But emulate the good. 
 
THE SOLDIERS' MONUMENT, 
 
 (Written at the completion of the Soldiers' 
 Monument, Columbia City, Ind., 1897.) 
 
 What means that stately granite shaft 
 Within yon court-house yard? 
 
 It is an emblem placed to waft 
 The love for battle-scarred 
 
 Throughout the realms of time, 
 
 When those who fought to save our land, 
 Have joined the bright celestial band, 
 
 In sweet, melodious chime. 
 
 'Tis placed within that court-house yard 
 In memory of our battle scarred, 
 
 Who left their homes and kindred ties 
 
 To put secession down. 
 Though moved by friends' and dear ones, 
 cries 
 And by the love of home, 
 They bade farewell to one and all 
 In answer to their country's call. 
 
 j 
 'Tis placed for friends to look upon 
 
 And valorous deeds recall 
 Of soldiers brave, who long have gone 
 Where naught can them befall; 
 
 -44- 
 
Where all is joy and peace; 
 
 Where war and tumult are unknown ; 
 
 Where naught but love is ever sown, 
 And praises never cease. 
 
 'Tis placed to cheer the hearts of those 
 Who took up arms against the foes 
 
 On northern field and southern plain, 
 
 And on the ocean's wave, 
 Their country 's honor to maintain ; 
 To free the tortured slave 
 From master's lash and servitude, 
 That 'gainst all true advancement stood. 
 
 —45- 
 
Acrostics. 
 
FATHER. 
 
 MOTHER 
 
 M'KINLEY. 
 
 DOVER PUBLIC SCHOOLS. 
 
 HELEN DE GRAIF. 
 
 CLARA STEITZ. 
 
 JESSIE ADAMS. 
 
 HATTIE GIBBS. 
 
 LUCY LEICHTAMER. 
 
 ARTA DAVIS. 
 
 ESTELLA SHAFER. 
 
 DELLA MARKS. 
 
 JULIA PETER. 
 
 BERTHA ANDREAS. 
 
 LYDIA S. WAGNER. 
 
FATHER. 
 
 For the sake of man's salvation 
 And a way for him prepare, 
 There was born in humble station 
 He who died our sins to bear. 
 Ever since that joyful story, 
 Radiant, leads man on to glory. 
 
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MOTHER. 
 
 Many a child has learned the story 
 Of our Savior's lowly birth. 
 Taught by mothers who in glory 
 Happier are than we on earth. 
 Earnest truth still proves a treasure. 
 Royal, noble, and a pleasure. 
 
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M'KTNLEY. 
 
 'Mong the greatest of all ages, 
 Chieftains, lords and wisest sages, 
 Kings and queens and counts and princes, 
 In our land there's one evinces 
 Noble manhood, truth sagacious, 
 Led not by designs rapacious; 
 Ever stands for justice firmly, 
 You all know him — 'tis McKinley. 
 October, 1896. 
 
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DOVER PUBLIC SCHOOLS AND 
 THEIR ACHIEVEMENTS. 
 
 Down the slopes of life's great highway, 
 Over rocks and treacherous sands, 
 Very many souls are treading, 
 Earnest, fearless truth e'er spreading 
 'Round the willing learners' strands. 
 
 Proud the learner who can gather 
 Unto him the truest pleasure, 
 By the culture of his mind. 
 Labor is to him a treasure, 
 Idleness a woeful measure 
 Causing many grief to find. 
 
 Something seems to oft impel us 
 Choose the truth to lead us oh, 
 Have stern duty often tell us 
 Of the course we have to run, 
 Of the places where our gleaning 
 Leads us on to higher meaning, 
 Such as in our schools is won. 
 
 As the greatest of all ages, 
 Nobles, kings and hoary sages. 
 Delved into the silent pages 
 
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 Having been for eons sown, 
 Earnest thought of modern days 
 Into action has been thrown, 
 Reading, searching Nature's ways. 
 
 Active youth and older student 
 Choose the way for them most prudent, 
 Hearing lectures, reading books, 
 Into crannies, sacred nooks 
 Ever peering for the truth. 
 Vital truth and moral worth, 
 E'er a treasure here on earth, 
 Mixed with energy and will, 
 E'er achieve the highest goal 
 Needed by the human soul. 
 Truth divine is guiding still 
 Schools of Dover up the hill. 
 
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HELEN DE GRAIF. 
 
 Hearken to that silent voice 
 Earnestly entreating, 
 "Live so that you'll e'er rejoice; 
 E'er be bold when sin annoys, 
 Naught but truth repeating." 
 
 Do what conscience bids you do, 
 Ere you're hardened through and 
 
 through ; 
 Gently, truly it will guide you, 
 Righteousness will go beside you 
 As a boon companion true, 
 Into realms of beauty bright, 
 For there'll be no clouds or night. 
 
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CLAEA STEITZ. 
 
 Cheer the faint and heavy hearted; 
 Lend to them a helping hand; 
 Aid them to get rightly started; 
 Rightly have the truth imparted, 
 As a leader true and grand. 
 
 Show to all the path of duty; 
 Teach by action, word and deed; 
 E'er direct to realms of beauty 
 Into which we all would go 
 To secure the priceless mead, 
 Zealously we all would know. 
 
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JESSIE ADAMS. 
 
 Joyful hearts and happy faces 
 
 Enter into happy homes; 
 
 Speak the truth in proper places; 
 
 Shun the evil when it comes; 
 
 In them there's no place for coldness 
 
 Entertaining sin with boldness. 
 
 All the joys of life are fostered 
 Doing what is just and right. 
 All the tasks of life are mastered, 
 Making them appear more bright, 
 Surely, when God is our light. 
 
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HATTIE GIBBS. 
 
 Halos of God's love surround us, 
 As our faith grows strong and true; 
 Teachings false so oft' confound us, 
 That we scarce know what to do. 
 If we scorn them, then our way 
 E'er will be as bright as day. 
 
 Give thine ear unto God's teaching, 
 It is very clear and plain ; 
 Be attentive to the preaching 
 By his servants; 'tis a gain 
 Saintly counsel to attain. 
 
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LUCY LEICHTAMER. 
 
 Live to be a noble woman 
 Under God's directing hand; 
 Cast aside what's only human; 
 Yearn to live at His command. 
 
 Live to be a fit example 
 Everywhere you e'er may be; 
 Into nothingness do trample 
 Careless thoughts that come so free; 
 Hope and trust in Christ our Savior 
 To the end of life's rough way; 
 All your actions and behavior 
 Mean far more than you can say; 
 Earn a name, not peals of laughter; 
 Rich rewards you'll have hereafter. 
 
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ARTA DAVIS. 
 
 Arm your mind with noble thoughts; 
 Ruin comes oft-times unsought ; 
 Thought, degraded, with its wiles 
 Aims to please with treacherous smiles. 
 
 Do the right, cost what it may ; 
 Ask not what the people say; 
 Virtue, honor, truth and right, 
 Into realms of radiant light, 
 Some poor soul may lead today. 
 
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ESTELLA SHAFER. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 
 Shall we there ever happy be? 
 
 The life we live, the deeds we do, 
 
 E'en every thought this vain world thro', 
 
 Load condemnation on the soul, 
 
 Lead upward to a righteous goal, 
 
 According as they're false or true. 
 
 Shall we attain that peace and rest 
 Heaven possesses for the blest? 
 All faith and hope on Jesus built 
 For us gets pardon for our guilt; 
 Eternal joy, eternal peace, 
 Rewards will be for our release. 
 
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DELLA MARES. 
 
 Do your duty, never ceasing, 
 Earnest zeal put forth with power; 
 Let your faith be e'er increasing, 
 Leading on, from sin releasing, 
 At each fast receding hour. 
 
 Many sins are daily rising 
 And encircling us about, 
 Reaching out in ways surprising, 
 Kindling griefs, not realizing 
 Sometime they'll be blotted out. 
 
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JULIA PETER. 
 
 Joy and sorrow oft' are blended 
 Upon pathways seeming dreary, 
 Leading us to thoughts commended 
 In those realms where none grow weary 
 And this earthly life's transcended. 
 
 People should be always striving 
 Everlasting joy to gain. 
 Truth engrossed upon our living, 
 Ever love and kindness giving, 
 Reaps rewards for all our pain. 
 
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BERTHA ANDREAS. 
 
 Be active in the works of life; 
 Eternity the scene will end; 
 Remember 'tis a constant strife 
 Till we are led to comprehend 
 How frail are all vain, earthly things, 
 And, then, how bright are heavenly 
 springs. 
 
 Admit as your own counsellors 
 Naught but the noble and the true; 
 Demand that your coadjutors 
 Refulgent deeds about them strew; 
 Entwine your brow with gems of love, 
 As shine with radiance from above, 
 Such as will guide you safely through. 
 
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LYDIA S. WAGNER. 
 
 Let the truth e'er guide you through 
 Youth and age what e'er you do. 
 Do the right, cost what it may; 
 In the end you'll gladly say — 
 "All to firmness, truth I owe 
 Safely to my home I'll go." 
 
 When the breakers o'er you roll 
 And you're sailing near a shoal, 
 God will guide you in the path 
 Never sailed by sin or wrath. 
 Endless joy and peace and love 
 Reign about His throne above. 
 
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Ohio Medical University Poems 
 
0. M. U. SONG. 
 
 0. M. U. SONG. 
 
 A SENIOR "TROLLEY" PARTY. 
 
 MYSTERIES. 
 
 A REVIEW OF THE PAST. 
 
 0. M. U. DEAD-ROOM DIRGE. 
 
OHIO MEDICAL UNIVERSITY 
 
 and 
 
 PROTESTANT HOSPITAL 
 
 Columbus, Ohio. 
 
0. M. U. SONG. 
 
 All praise to Him whose name is Love, 
 Who showers upon from above 
 Such blessings as are naught but true, 
 Like great and glorious 0. M. U. 
 
 Praise Him for every deed and thought 
 That such an institution wrought, 
 While opposition boldly stood 
 Against this instrument for good. 
 
 0, praise the men, through whom was done 
 This noble work, whose fame will run 
 Thorugh all the world, and gladly strew 
 Sweet songs and praise for 0. M. U. 
 
 In ev'ry land, in ev'ry clime, 
 Shout forth the sweet, melodious chime. 
 Till echoes answer, "0, 'tis true, 
 Tis great and glorious O. M. U." 
 
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0. M. U. SONG. 
 
 All praise to God, who us has given 
 An institution grand and true, 
 
 Whose agents have so wrought and striven 
 To build and foster O. M. U. 
 
 O, Praise the men, the teachers true, 
 Whose daily tasks are nobly done; 
 
 Praise all the work of O. M. U. 
 
 And gladly, bravely help her on. 
 
 Let poor and needy, sick and sore, 
 
 Hear of the news so good and true; 
 
 They'll loudly praise, yea, and adore 
 All help that comes from 0. M. U. 
 
 Let ev'ry student, ev'ry friend, 
 
 Wherever may his home be found, 
 
 His earnest efforts ever lend 
 
 To waft her name the world around. 
 
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A SENIOR "TROLLEY" PARTY. 
 
 (October 9, 1895.) 
 
 To the Class of '96 of the Ohio Medical 
 University, This Poem is Respect- 
 fully Dedicated by the Author. 
 
 0, list to me while I relate 
 
 A story good and true; 
 It happened in the Buckeye State, 
 
 And in Columbus, too. 
 
 Ohio's Capital is blest 
 
 With schools of ev'ry grade, 
 
 The peer of all here in the West, 
 Rose in the last decade. 
 
 The first three years of her young life 
 Were three most glorious years. 
 
 She prospered without inward strife, 
 And 'mid opponents' jeers. 
 
 The fourth was lately ushered in 
 By full three hundred strong; 
 
 They've all determined to begin 
 To move the world along. 
 
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A spirit of good will is met 
 
 Wherever you may go. 
 You're led to feel, and not forget. 
 
 The welcome they bestow. 
 
 Their welcome truly is complete ; 
 
 Their work is thorough, too ; 
 That all may God's approval meet, 
 
 Is hoped by O. M. U. 
 
 It was one fair October night, 
 
 In eighteen ninety-five, 
 Her Senior Class, with faces bright, 
 
 Joined in a "trolley" drive. 
 
 From O. M. U. they started out, 
 
 About the twilight hour, 
 And o'er the city took a route 
 
 To see all in their power. 
 
 To see? yea, truly, and be seen 
 
 As well as to be heard 
 In praise of all their work serene, 
 
 Long sought and not deferred. 
 
 Their hearts were light, their songs were 
 gay, 
 
 And cares they cast aside ; 
 Their thoughts were free, made no delay 
 
 To take a pleasure ride. 
 
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"Electra" radiant came in sight 
 
 Upon yon viaduct, 
 And down the grade, amid delight, 
 
 Her steady course she took. 
 
 At Park Hotel, the anxious guests 
 
 Were all assembled there, 
 And with that peace which none molests, 
 
 They gathered in the car. 
 
 To Northwood they their course direct, 
 
 Amid the cheers of all; 
 Their fellow-students paid respect 
 
 By answering to the call. 
 
 'Twas "Rip, rip, zoo," and "rip, rip, 
 zoo," 
 
 That pierced the evening air, 
 "Vive la, vive la, 0. M. U." 
 
 Resounded everywhere. 
 
 'Twas sacred song, 'twas comic song, 
 
 Rose all along the line, 
 That caused the eager, passing throng 
 
 The meaning to define. 
 
 From Northwood to the south they moved 
 Then out West Broad they went 
 
 To gather in the one who loved 
 To work the one with penitent. 
 
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The Seniors now were well enthused, 
 
 And their professors, too. 
 The odd remarks which them amused, 
 
 Were most divinely true. 
 
 "In heaven above, where all is love, 
 There'll be no microbes there." 
 
 Bore down upon them like a dove, 
 And greeted ev ? ry ear. 
 
 Next State street was the line intent 
 
 For many a verbal fray ; 
 Their mental swords were rightly bent 
 
 To win a glorious day. 
 
 Though hooted at by students of 
 
 An antiquated school, 
 Those worthy Seniors towered above 
 
 All ancient, "medic" rule. 
 
 While Rowles and Thompson each took 
 off 
 
 The "bottles from the wall," 
 Some wicked boys began to scoff 
 
 At "Kindergarten" gall. 
 
 Their words led Seniors to exclaim 
 
 "0, Kindergarten dear! 
 We're proud to shout thy noble name 
 
 So every one can hear." 
 
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"We're glad we're gathered in thy fold 
 
 To gather truth profound, 
 And not in some concern so old 
 
 Where lectures stale resound. 
 
 "Those old, time-honored ways have 
 gone; 
 
 We've better methods now 
 By which our college work is done, 
 
 As true results will show." 
 
 They hastened on to Fourth and Main, 
 
 With mirthful jubilee 
 Resounding far, then back again 
 
 As happy as could be. 
 
 From Fourth to Long they steered their 
 course, 
 Before the trip was done. 
 Though many a voice was now quite 
 hoarse, 
 There was no end to fun. 
 
 From Long Street they went back to 
 High 
 
 To stir the "Busy Bee," 
 Where servants were prepared to vie 
 
 In cordiality. 
 
 'Twas there the journey came to end ; 
 "Electra" went her way 
 
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With radiant lights, the Seniors' friend, 
 Remembered many a day. 
 
 Farewell, "Electra," now, farewell! 
 
 Your course was nobly run ; 
 Those noble Seniors oft will tell 
 
 The good that you have done. 
 
 The "Busy Bee" now spread her wings 
 
 And welcomed one and all, 
 Then offered most delicious things 
 
 To please both great and small. 
 
 The Seniors and Professors took 
 
 Refreshments to their fill, 
 And talked of subjects in no book, 
 
 While Chapman paid the bill. 
 
 So time passed on, the feast was done, 
 And silence reigned supreme. 
 
 The silence broke, then toasts begun 
 Prom fertile minds to stream. 
 
 Prof. Adams first was called upon 
 
 To utter words of cheer. 
 He stated what had best be done — 
 
 That they his proxy hear. 
 
 His proxy there was Doctor Reed, 
 
 A man so full of vim, 
 Whose cheerful voice is fertile seed, 
 
 And truest wealth to him. 
 
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Then Doctor Wright, in words most kind, 
 
 Addressed the Senior Class. 
 His words were true, but brought to mind 
 
 That all must onward pass. 
 
 Yea, all must pass to realms unknown. 
 When life's short course is run, 
 
 And give account for seeds we've sown 
 And ev'ry deed we've done. 
 
 A few remarks now closed the scene 
 
 Of that eventful night. 
 Those cheerful hearts and thoughts serene 
 
 Expressed their great delight. 
 
 Wilh pleasant thoughts for many years 
 
 That night they will recall; 
 Those thoughts may cause a flow of tears, 
 
 Whatever may befall. 
 
 The Senior Class will labor on 
 
 Until commencement Day, 
 When they the doctor's title don, 
 
 And sadly go away. 
 
 Yea, go away in sadness, true, 
 
 Their life-work to begin, 
 With kindest thoughts for O. M. U., 
 
 And strive success to win. 
 
 Success will surely crown their brows 
 With everlasting fame, 
 
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And as their Alma Mater grows, 
 They'll magnify her name. 
 
 All will look back with joy and pride, 
 And speak of college tricks, 
 
 "While honor, peace and fame abide 
 With gallant "Ninety-six." 
 
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SENIOR "TROLLEY" PARTY 
 CLASS ROLL. 
 
 Adel, E. E., 
 Allen, S. L., 
 Bainter, G. F., 
 Belau, Nettie A., 
 Bonnet, A. 0., 
 Barnes, H. F., 
 Brown, B. F., 
 Burson, A. L., 
 Combs, Mrs. R. V 
 Coe, E. W., 
 Cole, C. C, 
 Chapman, J. L., 
 Clark, A. T., 
 Dempster, A. C, 
 Dennis, C. D., 
 Deaton, E. H., 
 Dignan, W. J., 
 Early, C. H., 
 Fleming, W E., 
 Griffis, F. C, 
 Harper, E. B., 
 Harris, L. J., 
 Jewett, C. E., 
 Jones, R. V., 
 Kreider, S. G., 
 Lemon, W. L., 
 Lindsay, O. W., 
 Luke, Z. V., 
 Lackey, J. C, 
 Marsh, H. H., 
 McCuskey, A. E., 
 McOscar, J. R., 
 
 Malone, W. R., 
 Melick, J. W., 
 Mercer, W. D., 
 Mitchell, F. M., 
 Millikin, C. B., 
 Mealy, J. E., 
 Monhank, R. W., 
 Murphy, W. D., 
 , Nessley, G. B., ' 
 Onstine, W. A., 
 Owen, W. A., 
 Paxton, E. G., 
 Pierce, R. L., 
 Reinhart, G. M., 
 Rowles. T. H., 
 Riley, Edgar, 
 Siegrist, C. H., 
 Smith, E. F., 
 Smith, Mrs. J. P., 
 Stitt, J. J., 
 Stafford, F. P., 
 Tootle, S. C, 
 Thomas, J. L., 
 Thompson, C. W., 
 Thompson, Chas., 
 Wagner, P. M., 
 Whitney, G. W., 
 Wilson, Ida M., 
 Wilson, Milo, 
 Wolfe, John, 
 Young, E. Frances. 
 
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MYSTERIES. 
 
 (Graduating Poem, Ohio Medical University, 
 March 17, 1896.) 
 
 I. 
 
 There are mysteries unnumbered; 
 
 There are pathways yet unknown; 
 There are fields where germs have slumbered 
 
 After Ihey had long been sown. 
 
 Many mysteries are brightened 
 
 And are brought to light of day ; 
 
 Many cares are often lightened 
 As all doubt is cleared away. 
 
 Like the germs in silence sleeping, 
 
 Till aroused to active life, 
 Are those thoughts that oft go creeping 
 
 Into action, deed and strife. 
 
 'Twas a thought itself suggested 
 
 In some fertile willing mind, 
 That if cultured unmolested, 
 
 Would soon greatest favor find. 
 
 Soon that thought was set to action 
 In the field of medicine ; 
 
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Though opposed to foe and faction. 
 Nobly did its work begin. 
 
 In this world of strife and sorrow, 
 There are many whose delight 
 
 Is to hedge in ways most narrow, 
 Every action built on right. 
 
 But in spit of opposition 
 
 Steady growth did not subside. 
 For the cause of the physician, 
 
 Earnest thought will e'er abide. 
 
 Many doubters railed, predicted 
 
 Death would early close the scene, 
 
 But their falsehood is depicted 
 
 In its growth so grand, serene. 
 
 Silent thought has spread its branches 
 And has reared itself to view; 
 
 Long 'twill grow as time advances, 
 In the form of 0. M. U. 
 
 To the weak and tender-hearted 
 
 Who would win a lauded name, 
 
 'Tis mysterious how she started 
 
 And attained such sudden fame. 
 
 But to us 'tis clear as crystal 
 
 Formed by nature's faultless hand. 
 
 Truth imprinted is not distal, 
 But is near to understand. 
 
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All the old and time-worn fancies 
 Were discarded in the start, 
 
 And a plan devoid of chances, 
 Now directs the better part. 
 
 In that age of plain papyrus, 
 
 When the books were very few, 
 
 When the writing was with stylus. 
 Lecturing was the thing to do. 
 
 But that age has long since vanished 
 
 Into regions of the past. 
 Many plans ought now be banished 
 
 With their disappointments vast. 
 
 In this age of books and learning, 
 
 Time is working wondrous change; 
 
 Students are no longer yearning 
 
 For those ancient ways so strange, 
 
 But are diligently seeking 
 
 For the newest of the new ; 
 
 Everywhere you hear them speaking 
 Of the fame of O. M. U. 
 
 She has fairly won the laurels 
 
 That entwine her glowing name; 
 
 She so bravely shuns all quarrels 
 
 But maintains her rights the same. 
 
 Not alone her plans have made her 
 Rise so stately and so fair, 
 
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But her teaching force has stayed her 
 By its labor and its care. 
 
 Men of learning, men of power, 
 Labor with incessant toil, 
 
 Like the husbandman and sower 
 Plant good seed in fertile soil. 
 
 There are men who are not fearful 
 Lest a kindly deed they do, 
 
 But are ever bright and cheerful 
 And the pride of 0. M. U. 
 
 They are willing, they are able 
 
 With their various themes to cope, 
 
 And those themes, it is no fable, 
 All embrace the widest scope. 
 
 By their teaching and exertions, 
 
 They their students well prepare, 
 
 So that out on life's excursions 
 
 They're successful everywhere. 
 
 Float your banners, Alma Mater, 
 In the sunlight and the breeze! 
 
 Guide your ships thro' deepest water 
 And across the briny seas! 
 
 All your students and alumni 
 Will to you be ever true ; 
 
 You're a school we'll proudly stand by 
 Great and glorious 0. M. U. 
 
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II. 
 
 In the story of creation 
 
 We are told that all was void; 
 This gives food for meditation 
 
 Oft to be by doubt annoyed. 
 
 All was formless and in darkness 
 
 In the boundless realms of space; 
 
 Naught but God's own vision's sharpness 
 Could that awful darkness pierce. 
 
 At His will into existence 
 
 Millions of fair worlds He spoke; 
 Darkness, then, made no resistance 
 
 But its awful blackness broke. 
 
 Out of nothing He created 
 
 The vast, boundless universe, 
 
 And the earth, 'tis plainly stated, 
 He, in water, did immerse. 
 
 'Twas subsidence and upheaval 
 
 Separated land and sea; 
 Then came animals primeval 
 
 In their comely majesty. 
 
 Man was made to have dominion 
 
 Over every living thing, — 
 Free to form his own opinion 
 
 And himself contentment bring. 
 
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Long the story of creation 
 
 Has by many men been known; 
 
 Yet, in every land and nation, 
 Precious seed is being sown. 
 
 There's a story of a rising 
 
 In the course of recent years, 
 
 That to some is so surprising 
 
 That it fills their eyes with tears. 
 
 We will tell its hidden meaning 
 So that all will understand — 
 
 So that you need not go gleaming 
 In some distant, foreign land. 
 
 Word had spread to many a creature, 
 Never was there word more true, 
 
 "If in search of school or teacher, 
 Better go to 0. M. U." 
 
 This was strewn in proper seed-time 
 In a broad and fertile field, 
 
 So that, in the golden mean-time 
 It abundant fruit might yield. 
 
 On a bright and cheerful morning 
 In September, 'Ninety-three, 
 
 When all nature was adoring 
 
 Hill and valley, rock and tree; 
 
 When the autumn leaves were fading 
 And were turning sear and brown, 
 
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Many trains began unloading 
 
 Precious cargoes in this town. 
 
 All these cargoes were transported 
 To the halls of 0. M. U., 
 
 There to be with care assorted, — 
 Not an easy task to do. 
 
 Like the marble from the quarry 
 
 To the sculptor's skillful hand, 
 Came those students, none are sorry, 
 Much to learn, to understand. 
 
 From the city and the country, 
 From the various walks in life, 
 
 They had come to make an entry 
 Where the battle still is rife. 
 
 O. M. U. now oped her portals 
 
 To those diamonds in the rough, 
 
 For she knew afflicted mortals 
 
 All would need them soon enough, 
 
 Then she called upon her teachers 
 To their noble task begin — 
 
 To begin to mold those creatures 
 In the field of medicine. 
 
 Into dentists and physicians 
 
 Must those students molded be, 
 
 So that they might fill positions 
 Calling for proficiency. 
 
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Bravely did those fit instructors 
 Into realms of science dip ; 
 
 They were now the sole conductors 
 Of the students' stately ship. 
 
 ' ' Guide them cautiously and steady 
 
 O'er the paths they're treading now, 
 
 For they may not be quite ready 
 O'er such winding ways to go." 
 
 But such caution was not needed, 
 
 As was early recognized. 
 How this class instruction heeded 
 
 The professors much surprised. 
 
 They were ready, longing, waiting, 
 For the hardest kind of work; 
 
 Yearned to work without abating 
 And no duty ever shirk. 
 
 Time passed on, the term was ended. 
 
 When another term began; 
 Druggists with this class were blended, 
 
 With its widest field to scan. 
 
 They have scanned the widest regions; 
 
 They have been a mighty power ; 
 They have won where other legions 
 
 Dared not stand a single hour. 
 
 They have stood firm and connected 
 In the darkest hour of trial; 
 
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They have had their rights respected 
 In a most delightful style. 
 
 By their great, incessant toiling 
 
 They have won the highest praise ; 
 
 May success on them recoiling 
 Each to highest honor raise ! 
 
 All those cargoes have been burnished 
 Till as brilliants now they shine ; 
 
 They have been with knowledge furnished 
 That shall serve them thro' all time. 
 
 Three long years they've wrought together 
 
 In a sacred, common cause; 
 Now, may neither time nor weather 
 
 Bring to friendship true a pause. 
 
 They are fitted now for action. 
 
 But a debt forever owe. 
 Never can discord or faction 
 
 Shake their love for 0. M. U. 
 
 Out upon life's stormy billows 
 
 They are being launched tonight. 
 
 On an abler set of fellows 
 
 Ne'er has shown a ray of light. 
 
 Long they've wrought in joy and gladness, 
 
 But they now forever part ; 
 'Tis this thought that fills with sadness 
 
 E'en the stoutest, bravest heart. 
 
 —90— 
 
Tis the thought of parting grieves them, 
 For no more they all will meet 
 
 Till the hand of death relieves them 
 And their Maker they shall greet. 
 
 To the people of Columbus, 
 
 To their student friends as well, 
 To the teachers who have taught us 
 
 ' ' Ninety-six ' ' now bids farewell ! 
 
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REVIEW OF THE PAST. 
 
 While thoughts and ambitions of many a man 
 
 Were seeking, proposing, debating a plan 
 
 By which they might quickly secure a great name, 
 
 With riches and honor and unending fame, 
 
 Some of us had chosen a pathway to go 
 
 That would lead us to seek, to perfectly know 
 
 The workings of nature, the truth that exists 
 
 Free to the senses, or enveloped by mists. 
 
 From highway, from by-way, from city and farm, 
 
 Wherever the beauties of Nature may swarm, 
 
 We gathered in season — our brave student bands — 
 
 And wrought with great manner, with hearts and 
 
 with hands, 
 At the seat of learning, well chosen and planned, 
 And by competent men conducted and manned, 
 Who'd guide and direct us our college course thro' 
 And give us whatever they'd have us to do. 
 Whatever was given, was given to last; 
 We realize this in reviewing the past. 
 
 The first one to meet us was old Father Gray, 
 Who greeted us kindly and hoped we would stay 
 And often in hallway and classroom reune, 
 While anxiously waiting with him to commune. 
 He started us in with the structure of bones, 
 
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Which proved to the thinker much harder than 
 
 stones, 
 For ere we were through with the osseous system, 
 We often were led to stop and to listen 
 To hear some brave Freshman bewail and discuss, 
 Then stopping abruptly, soliloquize thus: — 
 
 t It seems to me when God made man, 
 
 He used His utmost skill, 
 For when we try His work to scan. 
 
 It makes our pulses thrill. 
 
 Admirably His work was done 
 
 Upon the human frame, 
 But man himself had little fun 
 
 His various parts to name. 
 
 To form the head eight bones we find, 
 
 And fourteen for the face, 
 Each one arranged to firmly bind 
 
 Some other in its place. 
 
 The sphenoid and the palate bone, 
 
 The ethmoid bone as well, 
 Make many a conscience hard as stone, 
 
 When bound on them to dwell. 
 
 Foramina and lines and cells, 
 
 And fissures, grooves and spines 
 
 Cause students many weary spells, 
 While gas or day-light shines. 
 
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The spinal column is composed 
 Of four and twenty parts, 
 
 With cartilages interposed 
 To aid in sudden starts. 
 
 The ribs and stern vim form a cage 
 To shield the lungs and heart, 
 
 Which should be free and not engage 
 Some sinful whim of art. 
 
 If womankind would exercise 
 
 A little common sense, 
 And not be led by fashion's cries, 
 
 Or every slight pretense, 
 
 Their every ills might then subside 
 And nature's laws be free; 
 
 So long as they those laws deride, 
 They'll pain and misery see. 
 
 The vital parts need oxygen 
 
 And movement free as air ; 
 
 And 'tis a fact, some things called men, 
 Will foolish corsets wear. 
 
 The clavicle and shoulder-blade 
 Give to the shoulder form, 
 
 And by the one a fossa's made — 
 A fossa for the arm. 
 
 Below the humerus we see 
 
 Two bones that neatly glide; 
 
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The one the radius must be, 
 The ulna by its side. 
 
 To form the wrist, eight carpal bones 
 Are placed together there; 
 
 They have the form of pebble-stones 
 Which we see everywhere. 
 
 Five metacarpal bones are set 
 
 To form a single palm; 
 These by the phalanges are met, 
 
 As fingers of the same. 
 
 The pelvis is a solid frame 
 
 The body to uphold; 
 It has two bones "without a name" 
 
 And sacrum we are told. 
 
 The coccyx with the sacrum then 
 
 Articulates below; 
 These may unite together when 
 
 The bones no longer grow. 
 
 Innominates and femurs form 
 Two ball and socket joints, 
 
 Which often with bacilli swarm 
 At some infected points. 
 
 And next below the femur now 
 
 The tibia is met, 
 And by its side the fibula 
 
 So carefully is set. 
 
 —95— 
 
As we our eyes in search direct, 
 
 A "chestnut-bone" we see, 
 Which is so placed to shield, protect 
 
 The ever useful knee. 
 
 In front of tarsal bones are placed 
 
 The metatarsal five; 
 The phalanges are interspaced 
 
 So that the toes may thrive. 
 
 Three little bones we'd most forgot, 
 
 Within the ear are found, 
 All so arranged and rightly set 
 
 To carry in the sound. 
 
 Now, all these bones make up the frame 
 
 Of sinful, mortal man, 
 Who many times has cause for shame, 
 
 But lives as best he can. 
 
 When life has fled, he's oft consigned 
 
 To aged Mother Earth, 
 And often his remains do find 
 
 A realm of greater worth. 
 
 And thus the whole course of anatomy thro', 
 
 The study of muscles and arteries, too, 
 
 Of the veins and of nerves, — You remember what 
 
 next, 
 Whatever was found in that noted old text; 
 For whatever there was came forth without stint, 
 But not anymore than from old Doctor Flint, 
 
 -96- 
 
Or anyone who would his conscience forsake 
 And freely of knowledge so cautiously take, 
 That a physiology be the result, 
 Which of all science is to many occult. 
 Considering the functions of organs and cells, 
 There's nothing discovered that mentions or tells 
 What life is, whence came it, or whither it goes; 
 There's so much confusion it frequently throws 
 Our thoughts out of balance by problems so vast, 
 That oft makes us shudder in reviewing the past. 
 
 'Twas thus we started, peering meekly about, 
 With much of misgiving and many a doubt, 
 For fear that something might quickly arise 
 To rob one or all of our coveted prize; 
 For there were the acids and bases and salts, 
 With atoms and molecules threatening revolts, 
 With gasses and vapors not only a few, 
 Compatibles and incompatibles, too, 
 That chemistry deals with, to yet overcome, 
 Nor need we be thinking that all would be done. 
 Baccilli and cocci and other strange bugs 
 Pretending great friendship, yet dastardly thugs; 
 Some lethal, some harmless, some homely, some fair, 
 In man's short existence a portion all share 
 And must be considered before we passed on 
 The apparent long journey we'd started to run. 
 And 'tis now as 'twas then, time moves very fast 
 As we recall things in review of the past. 
 
 Time moved very fast in those glad college days, 
 When we schemed and we planned in various ways 
 
 —97— 
 
To lessen our labors and still to get thro' 
 
 With what the grave faculty gave us to do. 
 
 Histology, pharmacy came in their turn, 
 
 Nor could we materia medica spurn, 
 
 For the physiological action of drugs, 
 
 Their making and dosage, the student oft' shrugs 
 
 His shoulders when thinking of things abstruse, 
 
 Are put by physicians to every day use ; 
 
 And then with this subject there went hancl-in-hand 
 
 The branch therapeutics, so we'd understand 
 
 On future occasion what course to pursue 
 
 And ever be ready to welcome the new 
 
 In treatment of cases, when science had proved 
 
 By clinics and reason, in accents unmoved, 
 
 Their merit and safety, their power to please 
 
 Unfortunate patrons in the cure of disease. 
 
 And we often stand now in wonder aghast 
 
 As these memories rise in review of the past. 
 
 When all the foundations were carefully laid 
 And the faculty saw all the progress we'd made, 
 They goaded us on and they loaded us down 
 Wi!h writings of doctors of greatest renown — 
 DaCosta and Osier and Anders and Flint 
 And all of those fellows whose Practice, in print, 
 And their theory, too, would do very well 
 Exalted opinions of students to swell, 
 But which experience must often reduce 
 By practical teachings and everyday use, 
 When out in the service, in sickness or health, 
 Achieving and earning fame, honor and wealth. 
 Diseases of children, obstetrics, then, too, 
 
 —98— 
 
Were added in lessons not only a few, 
 
 And caused every student to worry and toil, 
 
 Exert every effort, but never recoil ; 
 
 But when they added old Thomas and Munde, 
 
 We often were led to labor on Sunday. 
 
 Through all of this labor, we knowledge amassed 
 
 That we gladly recall in review of the past. 
 
 With Moullin and Hamilton coming apace, 
 We were rapidly nearing the end of our race. 
 The study of optics and aural effects 
 Were the subjects in course that followed then next; 
 But the thought that would now so oft manifest 
 Its fearful oppression, was that final old test 
 That students abhor, wherever they may be, 
 In high school or college, here, over the sea. 
 Incentive to action, the thought of our goal — 
 A license to practice on body and soul, 
 Alleviate suffering and comfort to bring 
 To afflicted mortals who ever would sing, 
 "All praise and all honor to every class 
 That from 0. M. U.'s portals yearly may pass." 
 The license was granted, our practice begun; 
 Each one a portion of his journey has run, 
 And feels the great burden he'll bear to the last, 
 As he stops to reflect in reviewing the past. 
 
 —99— 
 
0. M. U. DEAD-ROOM DIRGE. 
 
 While strolling one night thro' the college, 
 
 Near the dissecting-room door, 
 I listened to chatter of voices 
 
 And patter of feet on the floor. 
 "O, fellows! those merciless students 
 
 That 0. M. U. has to drill, 
 Have found us and laid us on tables, 
 
 Thinking we'd ever be still." 
 
 Refrain : — 
 
 "0, Heavenly Father, have mercy, 
 
 And take our spirits to Thee, 
 For we're doomed as subjects of Science, 
 
 In spite of our piteous plea." 
 
 Cadavers were having a revel, 
 
 Midnight was drawing so near; 
 Yet I drew myself near to the door, 
 
 And stood each accent to hear. 
 "Make merry, make merry, 0, fellows! 
 
 Though they our faces may peel, 
 And tear out our very parts vital, 
 
 As though we never could feel." 
 
 Refrain :— 
 
 "O, Heavenly Father," etc. 
 
 —100— 
 
Their voices grew sadder and mournful, 
 
 As I was starting to go, 
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 Would sure their bodies undo. 
 "O, this is the end of some mortals 
 
 Who tread earth's pathway alone! 
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Poems of The Heart 
 
GOOD CHEER. 
 
 VISIONS. 
 
 WELCOME. 
 
 A LETTER. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE. 
 
 A NAME. 
 
 JUBILEE POEM. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
GOOD CHEER. 
 
 Out upon life's stormy billows 
 
 We are often tossed about, 
 But if we have faith in Jesus, 
 
 He will surely help us out. 
 
 He has promised to be with us, 
 
 When we are by sin beset, 
 And "by faith through Him that loved us", 
 
 We shall be true conquerors yet. 
 
 All about the conflict rages, 
 
 But we never need have fear, 
 
 If we own Him as our leader 
 
 Who each moment bids us cheer. 
 
 He will lead, protect and keep us, 
 
 Though the world may us revile; 
 
 He will be our joy and comfort 
 In the darkest hour of trial. 
 
 Let us, then, have faith and courage; 
 
 Let us labor while we may; 
 Let us seek who never knew Him 
 
 And who never knew the Way. 
 
 —107— 
 
Let us seek the faint and weary 
 Who have fallen, yet are near, 
 
 "Whom a single word of comfort 
 
 Would bring tidings of good cheer. 
 
 All have trials, tribulations, 
 
 But our banners are unfurled; 
 
 'Tis the voice of Jesus cheers us — 
 "I have overcome the world." 
 
 —108— 
 
VISIONS. 
 
 (During the sickness of the late Mrs. Samuel 
 Wyant, she experienced such visions as gave 
 rise to the following:) 
 
 Patiently a Christian mother 
 Bore disease and suffering, 
 
 Waiting for the final summons 
 To the presence of her king. 
 
 Husband, children, sisters, brothers, 
 Bade adieu to one they loved; 
 
 Then, as if by heavenly power, 
 
 She to actions grand was moved. 
 
 She beheld her angel mother 
 
 Who had gone long years before, 
 
 And with her had conversation 
 Of the bright eternal shore. 
 
 "Oh, my mother! now I see her 
 On the golden strands above; 
 
 She is waiting there to meet me 
 And to greet me with her love. 
 
 "See! within those heavenly portals 
 
 With outstretched arms she stands; 
 
 —109— 
 
She is calling, 'Come, my daughter, 
 To these realms of golden sands.' 
 
 "I am coming, mother darling, 
 
 Out across bold Jordan's flood; 
 
 Bear me in your arms to Jesus 
 
 Who has saved me by His blood." 
 
 "No, my daughter," came the answer 
 From the land of pure delight, 
 
 "You must tarry, tarry longer, 
 
 Ere from earth you take your flight." 
 
 But the daughter, growing weary. 
 
 Said to her in yonder gate — 
 "Oh, I thought that I was ready 
 
 And need here no longer wait. 
 
 "Call two angels, mother darling, 
 To assist you bear me home ; 
 
 I am ready now, and waiting 
 
 For the messengers to come." 
 
 But her pleadings were unheeded; 
 
 She must tarry yet awhile ; 
 Through two days we watched her breath- 
 ing, 
 
 Then, at last, beheld her smile. 
 
 "Come, dear mother, let me kiss you" — 
 Then a sound so loud and clear, 
 
 —110— 
 
Told they had a joyful meeting 
 In that land of boundless cheer. 
 
 Earthly joy and earthly sorrows 
 
 Were replaced by heavenly peace; 
 
 Mother, daughter had reunion, 
 
 And have joys that never cease. 
 
 — Ill 
 
WELCOME. 
 
 Parents dear and friends most true, 
 We are glad to welcome you 
 To this summer feast of ours; 
 To this feast of love and flowers, 
 Which to us comes once a year, 
 With its music, joy and cheer; 
 
 To this feast of praise and song 
 That shall move the world along, 
 From the love of senseless show; 
 From the ways of sin and woe ; 
 Into paths diviner far 
 Than all earthly pleasures are. 
 
 Welcome to this sacred place, 
 Where we love our steps to trace. 
 On each blessed Sabbath day, 
 We our daily cares do lay 
 On the altar of our Lord, 
 As commanded in His Word. 
 
 Welcome all who seek to know 
 How to more like Jesus grow; 
 How to free themselves from sin; 
 How the heavenly goal to win, 
 When life's pilgrimage is o'er 
 And we're called to yonder shore. 
 
 —112— 
 
God has given life and health 
 As a portion of our wealth. 
 What He gives we are to use 
 To His glory, not abuse, 
 So our lives forever may 
 Be a joyous Children's Day. 
 
 -113— 
 
A LETTER. 
 
 Canal Dover, Ohio, Oct. 3rd, 1898. 
 
 My Dear Pupils: — 
 
 We've had a long vacation 
 
 Our weary minds to rest, 
 Whilst was adorned our station 
 
 With frescoes of the best. 
 
 Now, since we all have rested, 
 To God's house we'll return. 
 
 Our faith may oft' be tested, 
 But truth we'll never spurn. 
 
 Let skeptics vie with satan 
 
 God's word to overthrow; 
 By them 'twill ne'er be shaken, 
 
 But more in power grow. 
 
 It is the food that feedeth 
 
 The weary, hungry soul, 
 That s'.rength and power needeth 
 
 To guide it to its goal. 
 
 Vacation's days are ended; 
 
 To Sunday-School return; 
 Let all our thoughts be blended 
 
 With His of whom we learn. 
 
 —114— 
 
Let's all be in our places 
 
 On our next Sabbath-day, 
 
 With bright and happy faces, 
 To grateful homage pay. 
 
 ■115- 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 (Written for the Luther League Memorial service, 
 in memory of Miss Effie Trembly, January 3, 1897.) 
 
 In the noontide of youth the dread messenger came, 
 And to one of our members he quickly laid claim; 
 Thus while "Hope" was our watchword and "On- 
 ward" our cry, 
 He quietly came from the bright regions on high 
 And lovingly whispered, "Thou art weary, now 
 
 come, 
 For bright angels are waiting to carry thee home; 
 Thou hast truly been fitted for service of love; 
 Come, dwell now with Jesus in mansions above." 
 He tenderly whispered, then he touched her frail 
 
 form, 
 And quickly her spirit by bright angels was borne 
 To mansions eternal, from earth's toiling and care, 
 With heavenly beings their rejoicings to share. 
 Her friends and her loved ones who had not gone 
 
 before 
 To await her arrival on that evergreen shore, 
 Were left here in sorrow, yet rejoicing to know 
 That the works of her life have carried her through. 
 In the home they will e'er miss her bright shining 
 face, 
 
 —116— 
 
For they long to behold her in her long wonted 
 
 place ; 
 But 'tis vacant, and Effie no more will be there, 
 It will ever be vacant — that sacred old chair. 
 Her friends and her kinfolk will see her no more, 
 Till summoned to meet her on eternity's shore 
 Where she'll welcome them all when life's journey 
 
 is run, 
 And each one the allotted true labor has done. 
 In the Church and in League we her counsels will 
 
 miss, 
 And our Sunday school, too, shares our sorrow in 
 
 this. 
 For Jesus she ever was prompt, faithful to work, 
 And no duty we ever have known her to shirk. 
 Her labors are ended ; she's at peace and at rest 
 In that fair home eternal, the brightest and best. 
 In Jesus, for Jesus she lived while on earth, 
 And now has rewards of inexpressible worth. 
 
 -117 — 
 
IN JESUS' LOVING ARMS. 
 
 (The following lines accompanied the floral offer- 
 ing to the late Effie Trembly:) 
 
 In Jesus' loving arms asleep, 
 While angels o'er her vigil keep, 
 
 In peaceful rest, 
 
 Hands on her breast, 
 She lieth free from earthly care; 
 Her spirit heavenly joys doth share. 
 
 In Jesus' loving arms asleep, 
 
 While friends in deepest sorrow weep; 
 
 Their loss, her gain ; 
 
 She's free from pain, 
 While friends do wail with mournful voice, 
 She doth with heavenly bands rejoice. 
 
 In Jesus' loving arms asleep, 
 
 While down the shores of time so steep, 
 
 We swiftly glide, 
 
 Soon by her side, 
 Will mother, sister, brother, friends, 
 In Jesus' love receive amends. 
 
 For Luther League. 
 
 -118- 
 
THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE. 
 
 I love to fight against the foes 
 
 Which everywhere arise, 
 And as my faith much stronger grows, 
 
 Work for a heavenly prize. 
 
 Bright jewels from above I seek, 
 Far more than earthly kind, 
 
 For in my Saviour, lowly, meek, 
 My firmest friend I find. 
 
 My enemies are truly strong, 
 And treacherous as well ; 
 
 They try to lead me in the wrong, 
 And to eternal hell. 
 
 The hosts of sin plan every way 
 To tear my fortress down ; 
 
 But in my fortress I will stay 
 To win a starry crown. 
 
 True honor, truth, and righteousness 
 Must all our weapons be ; 
 
 Then will our lot be happiness, 
 And we'll our Saviour see. 
 
 -119- 
 
A NAME. 
 
 Minnie Leichtamer: — 
 I hold within my little hand 
 
 A letter, as you see; 
 For thus begins the name of One 
 
 AVho died on Calvary. 
 
 Mary Stutz: — 
 The next to form that precious name, 
 
 I hold within my hand. 
 That name to all most precious is ; 
 
 'Tis noble, true and grand. 
 
 Mildred Belknap: — 
 Another le'ter here I bring, 
 
 That beauteous name to spell. 
 I love to do all in my power 
 
 Of saving grace to tell. 
 
 Edna Geckler: — 
 The letter "U" is next in line, 
 
 As you do now behold. 
 Christ seeks o save those who have strayed 
 
 So far, far from the fold. 
 
 Bessie Myers: — 
 The letter "S" completes the name 
 Of which you all have heard ; 
 
 —120— 
 
For 'tis recorded, as you know, 
 In God's own precious Word. 
 
 J-E-S-U-S. 
 
 All:— 
 'Twas nineteen hundred years ago, 
 
 Our Savior dear was born; 
 But 'tis today as it was then 
 
 That some His love do scorn. 
 
 Be joyful, then, all who profess 
 His wondrous love to share ; 
 
 Hide not your light but let it shine 
 With splendor everywhere. 
 
 Rejoice and sing, as on that night, 
 
 In far off Bethlehem, 
 The angels sweetly sang, "Peace be 
 
 On earth, good will to men." 
 
 —121- 
 
JUBILEE POEM. 
 
 (Written for the celebration of the semi- 
 centennial of Grace Lutheran Church, Co- 
 lambia City, Ind., April 11-18, 1837.) 
 
 Come near, my friend, 
 
 And kindty lend 
 You ear and concentrate your mind 
 
 Upon my theme. 
 It yet remains for man to find 
 What is that force or power called life. 
 What aids us in our daily strife 
 
 Remains unseen. 
 
 With searching thought, 
 
 Man long has wrought 
 In realms of deepest mystery, 
 
 To find some trace 
 Of what he e'er has failed to see; 
 Yet in the plant, within his frame, 
 In beings of whatever name 
 
 It has its place. 
 
 Yet all his thought 
 Has never brought 
 The satisfac ion he desires; 
 When led to think 
 
 —122— 
 
The object to which he aspires 
 Wilhin his grasp, he must confess 
 That into realms of nothingness 
 It seems to shrink. 
 
 Whate'er it is, 
 
 He's not amiss 
 In calling it mysterious; 
 
 And though it be, 
 His conscience' voice so serious, 
 Commands him so to live 1hat those 
 Who oft or daily round him close 
 
 Will rightly see, 
 
 And seeing well, 
 
 Their lives will tell 
 That 1hey have been with Him who rules 
 
 The universe, 
 Who in His wisdom gave us tools 
 With which to unknown realms explore, 
 To learn to know Him more and more, 
 
 And truth rehearse. 
 
 Though finite man 
 
 May love to scan 
 And penetrate the works of God, 
 
 His weary eyes 
 Will oft retrace Ihe ways he trod; 
 And many times he'll stop, reflect, 
 And then exclaim, "Could I expect 
 
 To be as wise?" 
 
 —123— 
 
When he is done, 
 
 And sets his sun 
 To rise no more on this frail earth, 
 
 But on that shore 
 Whose realms are of far greater worth, 
 He'll realize from tiniest seed 
 May spring the most obnoxious weed, 
 
 Or loveliest flower. 
 
 Just fifty years ago, 'tis said, 
 
 A tiny seed was sown 
 In fertile soil, by loving hands, 
 Upon Columbia City's strands. 
 
 Since then the strongest gales have 
 blown, 
 And Satan's hosts cast many a frown 
 And tried to keep its forces down, 
 
 When it would rear its head. 
 
 The silent germ within that seed 
 
 Contained a vital force 
 Implanted there by hands divine, 
 (Whose will obey, then peace will shine; 
 
 If not obeyed, expect remorse,) 
 Which would in time begin to grow 
 And every sign of action show 
 
 In growth as well as deed. 
 
 The fertile soil contained the food 
 
 For proper nourishment. 
 The tiny seed began to swell; 
 Its actions soon began to tell 
 
 —124— 
 
Upon what course it was intent; 
 A tiny blade at first appeared, 
 But looked as though it had been seared 
 
 And ne'er could do much good. 
 
 But God had planned another course 
 In which that plant should go: 
 
 That tiny blade took on a hue 
 
 Of living green and brighter grew 
 
 As the sun would shine and breezes 
 blow; 
 
 Its efforts all were daily blest 
 
 As it would try to manifest 
 Its latent vital force. 
 
 That verdant blade grew day by day 
 
 In beauty and in length; 
 When growing buds began to form 
 In daylight fair or fiercest storm, 
 
 They gained in numbers and in 
 strength. 
 The growth kept on incessantly 
 And promised a productive tree, 
 
 In many a pleasing way. 
 
 From buds sprang branches strong and 
 fair, 
 
 And those then others bore, 
 Until a large and stately tree, 
 With form as perfect as could be, 
 
 Our Heavenly Father to adore, 
 
 -125- 
 
Had grown from out that tiny seed, 
 To fill Columbia City's need 
 And set its impress there. 
 
 Those branches, too, were richly decked 
 
 With brightest foliage, 
 Which in itself was recompense 
 To e'en the very keenest sense 
 
 Of child, or youth, or bearded sage. 
 It was the perfect evergreen 
 Whose like had never yet been seen; 
 
 Its growth could ne'er be checked. 
 
 Though living green that tree adorned, 
 
 A brighter luster shown 
 From sweetest, loveliest, sacred flowers, 
 To cheer these fainting hearts of ours 
 
 And leach us that we're not alone. 
 The tree then richest fruitage bore, 
 To keep us ever near that shore 
 
 That many oft' have scorned 
 
 Through winter's rough and chilling blast, 
 
 Through summer's raging flood, 
 Through listlessness, within, without, 
 Through many a skeptic's wilful doubt, 
 
 That tree has nobly passed and stood 
 For fifty years that tree has grown 
 And often has its seed been sown 
 For harvesting at last. 
 
 —126— 
 
As years pass by the ripened fruit 
 
 Is safely gathered home; 
 But some may falter by the way 
 And never see that happy day 
 
 That for the just does surely come. 
 Whate'er life is, there is a change 
 That seems to all so very strange, 
 
 Our daily walks must suit. 
 
 Those fifty years of earnest search 
 
 And true untiring zeal 
 Have shown the way to many a soul 
 That seemed as lost, but was made whole, 
 
 When they the Savior did reveal. 
 Those fifty years seem but a day, 
 In the dim and misty far-away, 
 
 To this — Grace Lutheran Church. 
 
 —127— 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 (Lutheran S. S. Memorial service, Co- 
 lumbia City, Ind., Dec, 1896.) 
 
 In the silent midnight watches, 
 
 In the fulness of the day: 
 God in tender mercy guideth, 
 
 In the true and proper way. 
 
 At the hour we least expect Him, 
 
 Whether childhood, youth, or age; 
 
 Comes Death's Angel with the summons, 
 Claiming child as well as sage. 
 
 Happy ye, if ever ready 
 
 To obey the Master's call; 
 Which will come, at night or noonday, 
 
 To the great as well as small. 
 
 In the happy days of childhood, 
 
 When all hopes were fair and bright; 
 
 When their chatter and their laughter, 
 Brought to home-life many a light; 
 
 When their rosy lives were budding 
 
 Into noble womanhood ; 
 Which should ever be a blessing, 
 
 And an element of good ; 
 
 —128— 
 
When our Sunday School would miss 
 them, 
 
 Came the Messenger of Dea J h; 
 Claimed a loved one, Stella Killian, 
 
 In the passing of a breath. 
 
 Rosa Aulton next was summoned, 
 To join Stella up on high, 
 
 Where they'd e'er be free from sorrow, 
 And not need for mercy cry. 
 
 They have been ere us promoted 
 From this Sunday School below, 
 
 To the Sunday School triumphant, 
 There to more like Jesus grow. 
 
 Though they've gone to brighter regions, 
 And are free from pain and care; 
 
 We shall miss them, sadly miss them, 
 In our school and everywhere. 
 
 In their homes a place is vacant, 
 Which none ever can refill; 
 
 Come what may, those places ever, 
 Will be Stella's, Rosa's still. 
 
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THE TRIBE OF HUR. 
 
 ME AND U. 
 
 CLOSE OF SCHOOL. 
 
 MENU. 
 
 TO THE STATENDAM. 
 
 CAPTAIN BRUINSMA. 
 
 A MESSAGE. 
 
 THE LITTLE BRICK SCHOOLHOUSE. 
 
 CLASS SONG. 
 
 CLASS ADDRESS. 
 
THE TRIBE OF HUR. 
 
 March on, march on, 0, Tribe of Ilur! 
 
 Across the fertile plain, 
 Across high mountain, hill and vale, 
 
 Thy purpose to attain. 
 
 March on, march on, 0, Tribe of Hur! 
 
 Thy chosen course pursue ; 
 March on thy way with firm resolve, 
 
 Be steadfast, just and true. 
 
 Let Truth, Benevolence unite 
 With Honor as thy guide, 
 
 A motto worthy of the name 
 And as a source of pride. 
 
 Let Faith and Love and Righteousness 
 
 And true Devotion meet, 
 And thus the seven-pointed star 
 
 In majesty complete. 
 
 The star that led the three Wise Men 
 
 In old Judean days 
 Still points the way for everyone 
 
 Who Truth's great call obeys. 
 
 —135— 
 
Let Truth divine e'er point the way 
 Through all the days to come; 
 
 Let perfect Love cement the ties 
 Of friendship and of home. 
 
 Protect the home and fatherless 
 Throughout our glorious land 
 
 When family ties are broken — wrecked 
 By death's relentless hand. 
 
 Put forth thy hand, thy strength reserve, 
 To keep want from the door; 
 
 Those who are left to weep alone 
 "Will praise thee evermore. 
 
 — 13G— 
 
ME AND U. 
 
 Ye hungry souls who here may dine 
 List to the words of grace divine; 
 Then wait a moment for a tray 
 That bears a bowl of consomme 
 And relishes for you to bite, 
 To whet your latent appetite. 
 
 Then let-tuce eat some choice spring lamb 
 And turkey roast with berry jam, 
 Asparagus on nice brown toast 
 And sherbet rare, our landlord's boast, 
 Tom-ate-O's fine before he knew, 
 And A Q2 II3 02 
 
 And now you'll want a pleasant mead, 
 So that you can with safety feed 
 On early P's and apple-saws 
 To further please capacious maws; 
 The Pot-ate-O's, 'tis really true, 
 But that ought not to worry you. 
 
 With ice-cream, fruit and lovely cake 
 Our Me and U must stop, 
 Or you'll be led by some queer ache 
 To seek a doctor shop. 
 
 —137- 
 
CLOSE OF SCHOOL. 
 
 Another school-year now we close; 
 
 Our course we've bravely run; 
 Our text-books, doubtless seek repose, 
 
 Until vacation's done. 
 
 Through autumn's cool yet cheerful days; 
 
 Through winter's chilling blast, 
 "We labored on, mid blame and praise, 
 
 While schooldays flitted past. 
 
 We labored to foundations lay 
 
 And superstructures build, 
 That should be monuments for aye, 
 
 And not to only gild. 
 
 For gilt, you know, cannot withstand 
 
 The ravishes of time ; 
 'Twill wear away as does the sand, 
 
 Or docs the morning rime. 
 
 We have too much of gaudy show 
 
 On this Terrestial ball. 
 Far better 'tis in Truth to grow 
 
 And list to Duty's call. 
 
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MENU. 
 
 Ye hungry souls who form this group, 
 Partake of some well-flavored soup, 
 With radishes and olives green, 
 To lightly fill the space between 
 The thanks of gratitude and where 
 Begins the proper bill of fare. 
 
 Then let-tuce eat the prime of beef 
 And what sometime was bound in sheaf, 
 Spring chicken roast and choice veal stew, 
 And A C2 H3 O2, 
 Nor e'er forget that Tom-ate-O's 
 And dainty pudding e'er it froze. 
 
 More appetite you may now need 
 With pickled tongue yourself to feed, 
 And that you may your stomach please 
 You'll want a plate of early P's; 
 But be not shocked, so near the close, 
 On learning that the Pot-ate-O's. 
 
 With ice-cream, fruit and lovely cake 
 Our menu we'll complete, 
 But now to speak of stomach-ache 
 Would be too indiscreet. 
 
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TO THE STATENDAM. 
 
 (On board the Holland- Amerisan liner, 
 Statendam, Aug. 7, 1907.) 
 
 Sail on, sail on, 0, Statendam ! 
 
 Along a course most true; 
 Thy human freight will gladly greet 
 
 The Red and White and Blue. 
 
 Sail on, sail on, 0, Statendam ! 
 
 Plow thro' the angry foam; 
 Thy human freight waits anxiously 
 
 For Freedom's flag and home. 
 
 Sail on, thou proud, majestic boat, 
 O'er waters deep and wild; 
 
 May God direct thee on thy way 
 As He directs a child. 
 
 Thy keel, 'tis true, was firmly laid, 
 Thy superstructure, too, 
 
 And thy machines are nobly manned 
 By a fearless, steadfast crew. 
 
 O, great advance on ancient days ! 
 
 Unhindered float thou on; 
 Sail on thy path across the deep 
 
 Until thy journey's done. 
 
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Rejoice, rejoice will all on board 
 
 To view their native land, 
 While friends most dear stand waiting there 
 
 To grasp them by the hand. 
 
 For grand reunions there will be 
 
 When the steamer touches shore; 
 
 While o'hers must so sadly wait 
 But meet on earth no more. 
 
 Sail on, sail on, 0. Statendam ! 
 
 Plow thro' the angry foam. 
 Soon comes the time for everyone 
 
 To seek a better home. 
 
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CAPTAIN BHUINSMA 
 
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 The Statendam. 
 
 (An Acrostic.) 
 
 On Board of the Statendam, Aug. 8, '07 
 
 Come, listen, friends, while I repeat 
 A merited and heartfelt toast ! 
 Prepared to meet what e'er's their fate, 
 To help when help is needed most, 
 A crew of men serve on this ship 
 In full accord, in unison ; 
 Nor can a faithful order slip. 
 
 Bruinsma, Captain is the one 
 
 Reigns at the helm thro' calm and gale; 
 
 Undaunted courage must be his 
 
 In order ne'er to halt or fail; 
 
 Nor are his reckonings amiss. 
 
 So let us "toast" him as a man, 
 
 Mindful, careful — while we can — 
 
 As Captain of the Sta.endam ! 
 
 Old ocean's waves roll proudly o'er 
 From Holland's coast to Freedom's shore; 
 
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Their rainbow tints, in colors grand, 
 Hues such as miss the artist's hand, 
 E'er lift themselves before our eyes. 
 
 Swells come and go, they fall and rise; 
 The stately steamer plows them through 
 Along her course, led by her crew. 
 The passengers with one accord 
 Enjoy their comfort here on board ; 
 Nor has one word along our way 
 Denoted doubt or slight dismay. 
 A Captain guides, thro' Higher Power, 
 Merits the plaudits of the hour. 
 
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A MESSAGE. 
 (Dedicated to State Deputy M. D. Roche.) 
 
 'Twas in the heated season, 
 
 The month of last July, 
 There came with sharpened reason, 
 
 (On this you can rely), 
 Two men from distant cities, 
 
 With news they wished to strew 
 To everyone that pities 
 
 His loved ones good and true. 
 
 These two were Roche and Perry, 
 
 A royal, jolly set ; 
 They were two men as merry 
 
 As ever we have met. 
 They walked about our city 
 
 And viewed it o'er and o'er, 
 Then said it was a pity 
 
 They had not come before. 
 
 They tol'd the precious tidings 
 
 To everyone they met, 
 Till love from out its hidings 
 
 True sympathy had set. 
 What was it they were telling? 
 
 "The Woodmen of the World, 
 
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In charity excelling, 
 
 Their banner have unfurled. 
 
 "Come, march beneath our banner; 
 
 The march will do you good, 
 For you will be the gainer, , 
 
 As you in justice should. 
 We'll care for and protect you 
 
 In sickness and distress; 
 Our aim is to direct you 
 
 Through life's great wilderness. 
 
 "Life's pathway oft' seems dreary 
 
 To many passing through ; 
 They oft' grow faint and weary 
 
 And know not what to do. 
 Life is to them uncertain, 
 
 And death soon all may end ; 
 But what, when falls the cur ain, 
 
 Of those who on them depend? 
 
 "They're left to want and sorrow, 
 
 Unceasing drudgery; 
 With dread of each tomorrow, 
 
 They'll live continually. 
 That they may yet together 
 
 The soul and body hold, 
 To sin and crime, my brother, 
 
 Their virtues oft' are sold. 
 
 "Come, then, and join our order, 
 The Woodmen of the World, 
 
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Then when you cross life's border, 
 To want will not be hurled 
 
 Those who to you are dearest ; 
 Those who on you depend ; 
 
 Show them you are their nearest, 
 Their truest loving friend. 
 
 "In sickness we'll be near you, 
 
 To comfort fellow-man ; 
 In sorrow we will cheer you, 
 
 As only brothers can ; 
 And when this life is ended, 
 
 And ear h your body keeps, 
 There'll be a shaft erected, 
 
 Where'er a Woodman sleeps." 
 
 This message soon was heeded 
 
 By many worthy men; 
 Twas what had long been needed 
 
 And longed-for, but in vain. 
 A camp in Canal Dover, 
 
 The Tuscarawas Camp, 
 Just list ! The whole town over, 
 
 You hear their joyous tramp. 
 
 They have themselves protected ; 
 
 Let death come when it may; 
 Their dear ones not neglected, 
 
 When comes that mournful day, 
 Will thankful be that father, 
 
 When the banner was unfurled, 
 Did not neglect to gather 
 
 With the Woodmen of the World. 
 
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THE LITTLE BRICK SCHOOLHOUSE. 
 
 As I was strolling o'er the hill, 
 
 Across the hill from Zoar, 
 Along the road to Sandyville, 
 
 As oft' I'd done before, 
 A little schoolhouse came to view 
 
 In the green vale below, 
 Where Sandy Creek flows clamly through, 
 
 With calm, majes'Jc flow. 
 
 From South and west the hills o'erlook 
 
 This Learning's temple fair, 
 While near it flows a babbling brook 
 
 I often fain was near. 
 To east and north a beauteous vale 
 
 In richest verdure dressed, 
 Could tell full well a wondrous tale 
 
 Of schooldays unoppressed. 
 
 I stopped on what was Exline hill 
 
 In those grand former days, 
 Which proudly stands majestic, still, 
 
 As guardian of the ways 
 That lead to farmhouse and to town, 
 
 And with reverting thought 
 Upon familiar scenes looked down, 
 
 With pleasant memories fraught. 
 
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While thought sped back to 'Little Brick' 
 
 Of childhood and of youth, 
 I scanned the vale from hill to creek 
 
 And realized the truth 
 That time works wonders swift and 
 strange 
 
 In feature and in form ; 
 Yet, childhood's lessons seldom change 
 
 In sunshine or in storm. 
 
 The woods that deck the hillside o'er, 
 
 The brook that babbles by, 
 Old Sandy's grand, enticing shore, 
 
 The dear old pond, now dry, 
 The gentle slopes to vale below, 
 
 The lawn upon which stands 
 The schoolhouse built so long ago 
 
 By patient, toiling hands, 
 
 All had a share in early days 
 
 In training girls and boys; 
 Each played i s part in many ways, 
 
 Through mingled tears and joys, 
 Preparing for life's trials and needs, 
 
 While steadfastly they trod 
 The life that up to nature leads 
 
 And up to Nature's God. 
 
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CLASS SONCJ. 
 
 (Written for the Class of 1905, Dover High 
 School.) 
 
 Tune: "Dixie." 
 
 Class Motto: "Dig." 
 
 O, schoolmates, list! 'tis du'y calling 
 
 To the work that may be galling; 
 
 Then up! then up! then up and onward! 
 
 For long we have been taught and learning, 
 
 Nor have we the truth been spurning; 
 
 Then up! then up! then up and onward! 
 
 Proclaim the 1ruth as taught us! Naught-five! 
 
 Naught-five ! 
 Proclaim the tru'h as taught us! 
 Proclaim the pleasure brought us! Naught-five! 
 
 Naught-five ! 
 Proclaim the pleasure brought us! Naught-five! 
 
 Naught-five ! 
 Proclaim the truth as taught us! 
 
 For truth and right we take our stand 
 And let them always us command ; 
 Then up ! then up ! then up and onward ! 
 We'll aim the saddened heart to ligh en, 
 
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Every dreary pathway brighten; 
 
 Then up! then up! then up and onward! 
 
 And reach the goal we're seeking! Then dig! 
 
 then dig! 
 To reach the goal we're seeking, 
 To utter words worth speaking! Then dig! 
 
 then dig! 
 And utter words worth speaking! Then dig! 
 
 then dig! 
 To reach the goal we're seeking. 
 
 0, hear the call from yonder station 
 Calling us to serve our nation; 
 Then up ! then up ! then up and onward ! 
 Our High-School has so well prepared us; 
 Health and vigor have been spared us; 
 Then up ! then up ! then up and onward ! 
 Advance the cause of learning! Then dig! 
 
 Naught-five! 
 Advance the cause of Learning 
 And naught but praises earning ! Then dig ! 
 
 Naught-five ! 
 And naught but praises earning! Then dig! 
 
 Naught-five ! 
 Advance the cause of Learning! 
 
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CLASS ADDRESS. 
 
 (Delivered to the class of 1901, Dover High School, 
 May 29, 1901.) 
 
 "All things change 
 
 To something new, to something strange." 
 
 The beautiful and pleasant days of summer are 
 with us, but nature is unceasing in her course and 
 soon the beautiful, smiling scenes of summer must 
 change to those of bleak and dismal winter. In- 
 stead of balmy breezes laden with southern per- 
 fumes, will come the icy blasts from northern seas. 
 These changes remind us that there is no standstill 
 in the course of human life. The beautiful days of 
 summer recall the innocent days of childhood, when 
 we were fondled and caressed upon our mother's 
 bosom; when we knew not the sorrows, the trials, 
 the tribulations of this life. But those days are 
 gone. We can only sit and ponder over the realities 
 of the past. But the past has taught its lesson and 
 the present is at hand. Let the past, then, take care 
 of itself, and while the present is with us, let us 
 prepare ourselves for the future, else when the 
 bleak, dismal days of manhood and womanhood 
 come, as do those of winter, we will be wholly un- 
 prepared. 
 
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What means this preparation? I leave 1hat for 
 you to answer; but one thing is certain, we must 
 look after the welfare of the immortal soul. In 
 order to accomplish our aim, we must properly care 
 for our mortal bodies, so as to make them fit abid- 
 ing places for the immortal spirit, else it will pre- 
 maturely take its departure with " that caravan 
 which moves to mysterious realms." 
 
 "The home is the bulwark of civilization." 
 There should be laid the foundation for perfect 
 manhood and womanhood. Next to the home stands 
 the public school, and if these two go hand in hand 
 fulfilling their God-given duties, the future of our 
 boys and girls is assured. But, alas! the public 
 school of today is often thwarted in its design by 
 the careless indifference and criminal negligence of 
 parents. Instead of looking after the intellectual 
 qualifications of their children, they worship the 
 "Almighty Dollar." They permit their children to 
 run about the streets contaminated with degrada- 
 tion and crime, instead of throwing about them the 
 sweet man le of home covered with a father's and a 
 mother's love. Instead of raising their intellectual 
 character by inculcating a fond desire for good lit- 
 erature, they permit them to devour the filthy dregs 
 thrown together from the pens of lascivious and 
 shallow-brained authors. 
 
 None but the best, the rarest of the rare, 
 Should man's or woman's meditations share. 
 
 Our minds and bodies are given us to use and 
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develop in ways of justice and usefulness. Unchaste 
 literature and immoral thoughts will poison the 
 mind and degrade its habitation. Lack of proper 
 exercise will weaken the body, and excessive and 
 improper exercise will so weaken or derange Ihe 
 organic functions that when the wintry days of life 
 draw nigh comfort will be a misnomer and suffering 
 the penalties of past follies a painful reality. 
 
 The Preacher in his wisdom said: "Re- 
 joice, young man, in thy youth ; and let thy heart 
 cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in 
 the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine 
 eyes; but know thou, that for all these things God 
 will bring thee into judgment." 
 
 We are all prone to accept the first portion of 
 this statement without considering the latter. Thus 
 too many people make their fatal mistakes, because 
 they do not consider what the penalties, if any, may 
 be. We live not for the present alone, but also for 
 the future. We live not for ourselves only, but also 
 for those about us. If we are stumbling-blocks to 
 ourselves or our fellow-beings, the sooner our Cre- 
 ator removes us from this earthly career, the better 
 it will be for those who have some purpose in life. 
 
 There are men of every nation, 
 Yea, and men of every race, 
 
 Who exist, is seems, for nothing 
 But to occupy the space — 
 
 Occupy the space of faithful, 
 Energetic men of brains 
 
 Who would prove to be a blessing, 
 And be free from guilty stains. 
 
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Young ladies, today you stand upon the thres- 
 hold looking out into the future inquiring of your- 
 selves what the world expects of you. Your 
 High School courses are completed. You have done 
 your best, and now you stand facing, not an ending, 
 but the commencement of a battle with the stern 
 realities of life. You have been learners, now you 
 must teach. Much is expected of you, and I trust 
 you will not bring disappointment to those who have 
 labored so faithfully in your cause. Aim high and 
 always do your best. More you can not do. 
 
 Remember that the world no longer needs simp- 
 ly physical power. That time in its history has 
 passed. It now demands men and women of char- 
 acter and intellect — intelligent, God-fearing men 
 and women, such as are willing and able to cope 
 with the great battles and problems of life. "Char- 
 acter is higher than intellect." "No circumstance 
 can repair a defect of character." Then guard well 
 your footsteps, for vipers and scorpions are in 
 your way. Temptations assail you on every hand 
 watching in an unguarded moment to rob you of 
 what you can never regain. Do not seek reputation 
 at the expense of character, for that would be a 
 fatal mistake. Character is what you are. Repu- 
 tation is what people say you are. Reputation takes 
 many through this world, but when the final sum- 
 mons comes, then compare the records of reputation 
 and character. 
 
 And now, Miss Arta Mae Davis and Miss Eliza- 
 beth Mae Belknap, in behalf of the teachers and the 
 Board of Education of the Dover Union Schools, 
 
 —154— 
 
upon the completion of your respective courses, I 
 present you these diplomas. Take them as fit crown- 
 ing- wreaths of your successful work. Take them, 
 and may you ever be worthy alumnae of Dover's 
 pride— her Public Schools. Take them, and "when 
 time shall have woven for each of you a silvery 
 chaplet and the silent tomb shall open to receive 
 you, it may be said of you that you have been true 
 to yourselves, true to your alma mater, true to your 
 country and true to your God." 
 
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INDEX 
 
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 EDUCATIONAL POEMS : 
 
 A Mystery > 7 
 
 Medita' ion 11 
 
 Nature's Call 13 
 
 To the Teachers 15 
 
 Co Not : 19 
 
 April 22 
 
 Ein Frief 23 
 
 Farewell Le!ter 24 
 
 Whit ier 25 
 
 Our Joe 26 
 
 PATRIOTIC POEMS: 
 
 Our Heroes 35 
 
 Lines on Lincoln 41 
 
 George and Martha 42 
 
 The Soldier's Monument 44 
 
 ACROSTICS : 
 
 Father 51 
 
 Mother 52 
 
 M'Kinley £3 
 
 Lover Public Schools 54 
 
 Helen DeGraif 56 
 
 Clara Steitz 57 
 
 Jessie Adams 58 
 
 Hattie Gibbs 59 
 
 Lucy Leichtamer 60 
 
 Arta Davis 61 
 
 Estella Shafer 62 
 
 Delia Marks 63 
 
 

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 Julia Peter 64 
 
 Bertha Andreas 65 
 
 Lydia S. Wagner 66 
 
 OHIO MEDICAL UNIVERSITY POEMS : 
 
 O. M. U. Song 71 
 
 O. M. U. Song 72 
 
 A Senior Trolley Party 73 
 
 Senior "Trolley" Party Class Roll 81 
 
 Mysteries 82 
 
 A Review of the Past 92 
 
 A Dead-Room Dirge 100 
 
 POEMS OF THE HEART : 
 
 Good Cheer 107 
 
 Visions 109 
 
 Welcome 112 
 
 A Le'ter 114 
 
 In Memoriam 116 
 
 In Jesus Loving Arms 118 
 
 The Christian's Warfare 119 
 
 A Name 120 
 
 Jubilee Poem 122 
 
 In Memoriam 128 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS: 
 
 The Tribe of Hur 135 
 
 Me and U 137 
 
 Close of School 138 
 
 Menu 139 
 
 To the Statendam 140 
 
 Captain Bruinsma 142 
 
 A Message 144 
 
 Liltle Brick Schoolhouse 147 
 
 Class Song 149 
 
 Class Address 151 
 
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