CLASS DAY POEM
I
In the hush of the early summer,
’Neath the smile of the soft June sky,
We, who have lived together,
Gather to say good-by.
And now, with our labor ended,
And the hours we may linger few,
We kneel for our mother’s blessing,
As is our right to do.
Stately and tall is our mother,
Tender and strong and wise;
With the light of infinite knowledge
In the depths of her steadfast eyes.
And as we kneel before her,
Her voice rings clear and slow,
As she speaks the words of the blessing
That she gives to her sons, ere they go.