Class Poem
Reading edition
By Miss Isabelle Kiernan.
Class of ’89.
Good people all, both old and young, Assembled at this time, To aid in bringing to a close, The Class of eighty-nine; We beg you will be lenient With our efforts here to-night, Ignore all faults, and note the good,— This would be but polite. This class of ours united here, Ere long shall cease to be; A thought which strikes a tender chord That vibrates mournfully. Though truly glad to know our work Has met success at last, Yet many a very pleasant hour In study has been passed. And on these hours in concert spent, Shall memory fondly dwell, When we in divers paths have turned, But where, Oh, who can tell? Again we’ll see that school-room scene, Our teacher at the head, Again we’ll ply our pencils hard, As fast the words are read. Our teacher’s patience oft we’ve tried, And oft have vexed him sore, While he strove us expert to make In stenographic lore. Oh, thanks to you, our faithful friend, For kindness you have shown, And patience too, with which the seeds Of knowledge you have sown. And in the work we undertake, We’ll to the Mason bring The credit,—who within our minds Has built this wondrous thing. Kind benefactors, we extend Our gratitude sincere; For all the opportunities, Enjoyed throughout the year. May your good work, crowned with success, Its blessings still bestow, On many who, through your kind deeds, Shall useful women grow. A harvest rich of grateful hearts, Most surely you shall find; Such as is due to those who strive To elevate mankind. And now farewell to one and all, Teacher and classmates, too; Hoping that future days may bring, Much happiness to you.
