 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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FAREWELL HYMN,
Sung by the Graduating Class of Princeton High School, June 2, 1871.
Since first we met four years have passed.
Four years! what words their worth can tell?
And all too soon has come at last
The hour to speak the word “Farewell.”
Four years! what words their worth can tell?
And all too soon has come at last
The hour to speak the word “Farewell.”
Farewell to this delightful spot,
Where order, peace and friendship meet,
To those who smoothed our path of thought,
And tireless, watched our wayward feet.
Where order, peace and friendship meet,
To those who smoothed our path of thought,
And tireless, watched our wayward feet.
Farewell, dear schoolmates left behind,
Climbing the steep, yet pleasant height;
To fill, with useful lore, the mind
And lift the soul to larger light.
Climbing the steep, yet pleasant height;
To fill, with useful lore, the mind
And lift the soul to larger light.
May God's good angels shield each head;
Long, joyous years, be ours and theirs,
Truth over all her radiance shed,
And honor wait on hoary hairs.
Long, joyous years, be ours and theirs,
Truth over all her radiance shed,
And honor wait on hoary hairs.
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