When Winter's royal robes of white From hill and vale are gone, And the glad voices of the spring Upon the air are borne, Friends, who have met with us before, Within these walls shall meet no more. Forth to a noble work they go: O, may their hearts keep pure, And hopeful zeal and strength be theirs To labor and endure, That they an earnest faith may prove By words of truth and deeds of love. May those, whose holy task it is To guide impulsive youth, Fail not to cherish in their souls A reverence for truth; For teachings which the lips impart Must have their source within the heart. May all who suffer share their love -- The poor and the oppressed; So shall the blessing of our God Upon their labors rest. And may we meet again where all Are blest and freed from every thrall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY ALPINE SPIRIT'S SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |