“INVINCIBLE”—CLASS OF ’85.
BY PHEBE A. HOLDER.
The age is trembling with the steps
Of an advancing God,
Our pulses feel the thrill and beat
With sympathetic chord.
The everlasting doors of Truth
Stand open to our sight,
Along the shining way she leads
We walk in purest light.
Her precious words inspire the soul,
Touch every hidden key,
Sweep every chord with subtle power,
And wondrous sympathy.
A large, rich soul can always give,
Scatter its wealth around,
And like the sun that lights the world,
No poorer shall be found.
To meet the morning we go forth
Leaving behind the night,
And face the full, clear blaze that glows
With pure electric light.
Press on while deeper meanings come
Into the wondrous years,
And brighter with God’s changeless love
Immortal life appears.
“Press on to reach the things before”
Our watchword still shall be,
Until is sown the golden crown
Of immortality.