Show < xFco3o 4oxxcccooco I wn Ir omt I On opening the box placed in the hallway hall-way for students to drop their contribu tiwis to this University Chronicle Dec 35 1S9S the following poem was found I was written in u disguised hand and was unsigned Mr Cannon who was then I editor of the Chronicle declared it to be the work of some old master and feared i had been cribbed by some student So he Instituted a search for the author This resulted in failure so the poem was finally published Since then i has been copied by a large number of eastern college col-lege journals and in the opinion of all who have read i with some decree of care it is a fine effort I is as follows HIGH NOONTimes NOON-Times finger on the dial of my Jife Points to high noon And yet the half spent day Leaves less than half remaining For the dark Bleak shadows of the grave engulfs the end To those who burn the candle to the stick The sputtering socket yields but little light Long iiie is sad er than at early death We car ot count on raveled threads of age Whereof weave fabric we must use The warp and woof the ready present yields And toil while daylight lasts When I bethink be-think How brief the past the future still more brief Calls on to action action Not for me Is time for retrospection or for dreams Not time for self laudation or remorse tme Have I done nobly Then r must not let Dead yesterday unborn tomorrow shame Have I done wrong Well let the bitter taste Of fruit that burned to ashes on my lips Be my reminder in temptations hour And keep me silent when I would condemn con-demn Sometimes i takes the acid of a sin To cleanse the clouded windows of our couls So pity may shine through them Looking back My fault and errors seem like steppingstones stepping-stones That lead the way t knowledge of the truth And made me Value virtue Sorrows shine In rainbows colors oer the gulf of years Where lie forgottei pleasures Looking forth Out Of the western sky still bright with noon 1 feel well spurred and booted for the strife That ends not till Nirvana is attained Battling with fate and with men and with myself wih Up the isteep summIt of my life s forenoon fore-noon Three things I learned three things of precious worth To help and guide me down the western slope I have learned how to pray nnd toil and save To pray for courage to receive what comes Knowing what comes to be divinely sent To toil toruniversal goodr since thus IAn I-An ony thus CHU good come unto me I To pave bv giving whatsoer I have I To those who have notthis alone is gain I |