1925 Cedrus Yearbook

Poem Look up, look forth, and on! There's light in the dawning sky; The clouds are parting, the night is gone; Prepare for the work of the day! Fallow thy pastures lie, And far thy shepherds stray, And the fields of thy vast domain, Are waiting for purer seed Of knowledge, desire, and deed, For keener sunshine and mellower rain! But keep thy garments pure; Pluck them back, with the old disdain, From touch of the hands that stain! So shall thy strength endure. Transmute into good the gold of Gain, Compel to beauty thy ruder powers, Till the bounty of coming hours Shall plant, on thy fields apart, With the oak of Toil, the rose of Art! Be watchful, and keep us so; Be strong, and fear no foe; Be just, and the world shall know! With the same love love us, as we give; And the day shall never come, That finds us weak or dumb To join and smite and cry In the great task, for thee to die, And the greater task, for thee to live! BAYARD TAYLOR