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and creeps on knees, Made stiff with age, so slowly does it crawl; But looking back, the years have flown, Each so useless, each a void Perhaps it is this that makes it so, The painfully slow, yet rapid flight, Of many days, none with a face, none with its mark; One like another in long endless procession. What fate is it that holds us so, Suspended in this abhorrent void; Surrounded close by an alien force, While all around us life flows on. I seek the light that issues forth, From that which I knew and those whom I love; That which now seems like a dream from the past, And forms my greatest hope for the future. With faith and hope, I will survive, Determined not to falter, not to die; A promise to myself to stay alive Swearing that to oneself, one cannot lie. So, oh infinite time, creep on, creep on; Or speed like Mercury, as the wind; For though suspended, imprisoned, bound, My mind reaches out to touch the light. And somewhere in the surrounding dark, The light I seek already glows; Perhaps from here 'tis only a glimmer, But at the source, it is sunbright and strong. So span I will the time between, And at time's end I'll touch the light; For I have felt the Lord's strong hand, And with His help, I cannot fail. -J.N. Rowe, 1964 |
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| Jerry Brown '67' | Larry Gay '66' |
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| Mike Hales '62' | Ken Houston '63' |
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| Tom Martin '62' | Richard McGrey '62' |
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| Jerry Ressler '69' | Mark Riegel '62' |
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| Ron Roberts '60' | Phyllis Gross Shelton '64' |
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| Ralph Smellie '62' | Ken Swearengin '64' |
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| Kip Tolhurst '62' | Jerry Totten '63' |
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| Lilly Tyler '61' | Buddy Woodruff '63' |
