The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, January 01, 1888, Image 11

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    songs of unknown centuries ago, in the self-same
words; why Shakespeare still holds the theatre
spell-bound speaking in the accents of "Queen
Bess." This is why the birth of new nations
that come upon earth with a mission and power
are heralded by the poet, and when poetry de•
clines the nation decays. Books then are only
aids to help us in our own efforts to ''mate
with the essence of things."
"Truth is within ourselves, it lakes no use
Nrom outward things, whate'er we may believe ;
But from the inmost centre in us all." iV
SLOGAN : P. S. C.
Hop ! Hop I Ilep I Boom I I
Hop I Hop ! Hop I Boom !
Now shivers all thu aft' with Sound :
Tinu valleys sing
Tho mountains ring
And noon comes back from sk, and panda,
To all tho world
Our challenge hurled,
Whatqnch we aro our deeds 811011 move
With hand and heart
We'll do our Part
To initko this old world onward move.
The earth shall yield
From mind and field,
'Till railways groan to bear the load,
And ev'ry force
Become the source
or pow'r and good on man bestowed
NVitit heart and 111111(1
For human kind,
We'll sail right smooth the ship of state : .
With 11re of youth
And leaf to truth,
We'll make the old bent ways be straight
The contest done,
The victory won,
Together sound our slogan load
There's not a deed
For which wo need
Bo pthorwiso than Justly proud
Our time for sport
Wo know Is short ;
The coming days before us boom ;
So now then, boys",
Just make a noise— • •
flop ! lii p I ! Pep I Boom 1 Ilep 1 flop I ! Boom ! I
I. THouNTos OsmoNn.
COLLE(111, rlllll. J, 188,
THE FREE LANCE.
It Is gone with its recorl of sorrow and gladnesi:
With its throbblngs of hope and its trail:11)1111gs of fet
With its accents of Joy n tt its millings of sadness—
The mantle of silence enshrouds the old year.
It is gone I with its changes, its pines, its resolving„
Its brightness and darkness, its sunbeams and show
With its scones punoramie, so quickly dissolving,
It is gone I and their memory now only is ours,
It is gone I and how many it parted for ever !
How many sad hearts did It lase as it sped I
How many fond ties did its scimitar sever
How many bright llow'rets were crushed by its tread
It is gone I from the homes of the Mgt' •ail the lowly
It has borne on its wings many loved ones away ;
No position too high, no relation too holy,
• When the summons is given, all, all must obey,
It is gone I but within you heavenly portals
New Inmates appear in the mansions of love ;
it has added bright u is to the whlte•robed immortal
Now voices now blend In the anthems above,
It is gone I but u phone on its swiftlteeting pinions,
Good news has been wafted glad (Wings of joy ;
It has added fresh conquests to Jesn's dominions ;
Now names are Inscribed in the archives On high.
It Is gone I and recorded in annuls intruding
Ars the tales that it told us It winged on its slight ;
The good and the evil, the brightness and shading
Are photographed all by Fternlty's light., .
It is gone Paint with ardor and high aspirations ;
With Hope Titillating futurity's sphere
With renewed resolutions and fresh eon 40CI'llti011.9,
We enter again on another new year.
Who can tell what great elmnges, what mighty revolvi
May mark its progression as on i‘,ltril they }pooh ;
Events seem to haste to the glorious resolving
Or problems man long has been trying to read.
%Ye know not the inture ; itsjOy and Its sadness,
Its shadows and sunshine alike are coneenied ;
Hut we fear not, with Christ as our strength anti
No darkness can come where Ills 1I ht is revealed
Fresh page of our Wu l shall thy lines be unspotted
Shall thy record he one of Immanuel's power?
Shall it tell box He keeps us with garments unspotted
Of triumph through film In temptation's dark hour
Shullcords be inscribed there so pleadingly spoken—
The story of Colvery lovingly told ?
Shull the re lord be there of hearts boned that
Of wander lig and weary ones led to the fold 7
Dear Master I we long to behold Thee victorious ;
To Thee and Thy service ourselves now we give ;
Use us each in Thy work, then this year shall be glor
And, abiding in Thee, 'twill be heaven to Um
7HE 01,D YEAR AND THE NEW
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