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THE VIATQRIAN. FJ:t.C
VOL. XVI.
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SPERK.
APRIL, 1899.
NO.7
SHADOWS.
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Shadows-dark and dreary, On the path of Life, Resting o'er the weary Darkening the strife. Shadows-ling'ring round us, Hiding Duty's way; Leaving where they find us Night instead of day. Shadows-dim illusions, Seeming not the true, Blotting Nature's visions, Blasting Rea ven's blue. Shadows-garbs of error, Garments rich with gold Guarding forms of terror 'Neath each dazzling fold. Shadows-forms of sorrowSend, oh God, thy lightl On the dawning morrow, Lift the veil of night! ·'\,
-Proctor W. Hansl- '99.
ADDRESS, DELIVERED ON ST. THOMAS' DAY BY MR. FRANCIS J. O'CONNOR.
It has been said that search after the great is the dream of youth and the serious occupation of manhood. Our lives are crowded with projects and we are forced to contend with difficulties from within and from without. In this condition of unrest nothing carries such sense of security, nothing so effectually strengthens our purpose in the strugg-le, as the study and appreciation of the "select few"-the world-masters. Every department of human ingenuity boasts its galaxy of maestros. The marbled . walls of · our splendid congressional library buildings are emblazoned with the names of the apostles of literature and music and poesy, and the searcher after know -