CLASS SONG OF '91
We are sighing, for time is flying, We are going from those so dear; Friends are severed, though 'round us gathered, With a cheer to greet us here. Hope is beck'ning, our fate we're reck'ning, Life seems bright, all earth is light; Stars are gleaming, beacons of meaning, Lights of truth to human sight.
CHORUS
Then,
fare you well, fare you well, Life for us has just begun; Don't regret,
ne'er forget This dear class of ninety one. Hours of pleasure, our mem'ries
treasure, Life's best moments for these we sigh; Thoughts of gladness
will scatter sadness, When we're dreaming of days gone by. We are sighing,
for time is flying, Soon we part from friends so dear; Guiding teachers,
God's favor'd creatures, Ah! good-bye to all friends here. (Sung to the
air of "What Care I," by Alice Hawthorne.")
THE
AUTHOR
EARLY
SPRING
SONG
OF 91
DESTINY
GERARDA
THE
HERMIT
DOUGLASS
WILLIAMS
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Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
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