Thy noonday twilight cool and dim, But, as I walked, a better mind For men must live and good is wheat; And stores the general wealth and heat, To burst at last in golden wheat. Oh, friends, take home the parable, Oh, tell it to thyself, my soul! It to the child and boy; and toll It like a mighty bell in street Of grimy labor's toiling host; And breathe it like the Holy Ghost On hearts of pain and loss and shame; The wondering spirit to the call Of deep on deep of mystery; Of blinding truths and errant stars No subtle hint or cleansing thought No challenge dashed with white sea brine; This fugitive God's-host, who find The soul alone, and make their swift Impress and cast their lighting spell; Then, fleeter than an echo, drift Away to silence; none can tell Their mystic coming or their going; The devious trail of the winds blowing; Not one is lost; not one forgot; Nor life nor time shall ever blot Their record; seed invisible, Oh, mother, on your sacred hill, To God and Christ which holds, as holds How stood thy shield aerial? How smote thy spear Ithuriel? Behold me, whole, as on the day With song and shout I marched away, Of war; that craft of soul, that still, As at a consecrated shrine, That crown of laurel leaves of thine Has kept my head, as brazen casque Has kept my heart from hostile spear, As never iron armor kept The warrior's soul. My spirit leapt Into the fray without a fear; My light, ærial shield has laughed Against the deadly flying shaft. And when my own right arm has sent An arrow flying home, the bent Bow twanged with that keen wrath and scorn As twanged Apollo's silver bow. In every rout and hope forlorn, I've heard the Gods their trumpet blow. And when at night beside the spoils, We counted o'er escapes and toils, And weighed our gains and praised the fray, Oh, mother, fear not thou to send, "Behold, this dreamer comes." So saith The sun, the moon, the stars eleven The conscious sheaves obey the spell, Observance to the sheaf his hand Had cut and bound. When Egypt's land The full ears swallowed by the thin; Not shepherds with their pasture's spoil: So when life's boughs are all blown bare They carry secrets of the rain, The wind, the dew, the conquering sun. They fold the deed that shall be done. A COLLEGE EDUCATION FOR THE MAN OF BUSINESS. THE SUCCESSFUL PRUYN MEDAL ORATION. HE true test of the worth of anything is its utility. Superficial observers, seeing nothing in the quiet meditation of the scholar akin to the bustling activity of the man of business, decry the practical value of a college training. But as the strength of certain natural forces can be measured by no material standard, so the value of the information, discipline and culture received in college can not be estimated in terms of finance. Business and college represent different, but successive phases of life. The practical is but the abstract applied. The specialist builds best who rears his superstructure on a foundation of broader information and culture. College seeks to give men, not a "universal smattering," but that mastery of fundamental principles which alone enables one to understand a specialty in all its relations to other branches of knowledge. "Know something of everything:" then can you learn “everything of something." To draw out the mental powers, rather than to store the mind with information, is the purpose of education. Yet the curriculum ranges through the whole field of knowledge, continually presenting serviceable facts. The practical value of French and German is conceded. If certain colleges fail to teach them, they nevertheless afford their graduates the means of easily acquiring them. "The mastery of Latin," says John Stuart Mill, "makes it easier to learn five of the continental languages than one without it." Familiarity with the classics is essential to a perfect acquaintance with our own mother tongue. Its germs are in these dead languages, and much of our word stock is a legacy from them. A knowledge of the sciences prepares man to enjoy the material blessings of life. Physics teaches him to apply the forces of nature. Chemistry reveals the subtle combinations of the elements, and their effect upon life. Geology tells the story of the ages, and discloses hidden mines of wealth. Every American business man is necessarily a member of two corporations-the government of the state and of the |