In
Memoriam
In Remembrance, of those classmates who have gone on
before us.
If you know of any classmate that is no longer with us,
please forward the information, whatever it is, thank you.
If you are able to look up an obituary at Forbes Library, it could be posted
here.
This road is but a rugged road which
leads
Us to the bright abode of peace above.
-H. W. Longfellow -Coplas
de Manrique
American poet and scholar 1807 - 1882
Love Me Now
If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings,
Which from true affection flow.
Love me now
While I am living.
Do not wait until I'm gone
And then have it chiseled in marble,
Sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me,
Please tell me now.
If you wait until I'm sleeping,
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us,
And I won't hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it.
-Author unknown
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The grave itself is
but a covered bridge
Leading from light to light through a brief darkness.
-H. W. Longfellow -
The Golden Legend -1851
American poet and scholar 1807 - 1882
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The Song of the River
The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if life's deep mystery
Isn't much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the lofty heights
And flow in a laughing stream,
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O'er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
Its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
To the mountain-top
To begin its course once more.
So we shall run
The course begun
Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth
In a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don't ask why
We live or die,
Or whither, or when we go
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.
-William Randolph
Hearst
Midi: Somewhere in Time 9k 3:41 (Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini)