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Title
Matchett School Souvenir pamphlet, 1910
Subject
Schools--Kingsley (Mich.)
Description
Matchett School Souvenir pamphlet, 1910. Page five of pamphlet. Includes the prose "Opportunity" by Walter Malone.
Creator
Kingsley Branch Library, Kingsley (Mich.)
Source
fw05603e, Floyd Webster Historical Photograph Collection, Kingsley Branch Library, Kingsley (Mich.)
Publisher
Traverse Area District Library, Traverse City (Mich.)
Date
1910
Contributor
Webster, Floyd, 1920-
Rights
This image may be protected by copyright law. Contact the Kingsley Branch Library for permission to reproduce, display or transmit this image.
Relation
See Floyd Webster Historical Photograph Collection finding aid.
Format
600 dpi TIFF Image
Language
English
Type
Text
Identifier
fw05603e
Coverage
Mayfield, Mayfield Township, Grand Traverse County, Michigan
Document Item Type Metadata
Original Format
Pamphlet, printed text on paper
Text
Opportunity
They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in;
For every day I stand outside you door,
And bid you wake , and ride to fight and win.
Wait not for precious chances passed away,
Weep not for golden ages on the wane!
Each night I burn the records of the day;
At sunrise every soul is born again.
Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,
To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;
My judgements seal the past dead with its dead,
But never bind a moment yet to come.
Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep
I lend my arm to all who say, "I can".
No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep
But yet might rise and be again a man.
Walter Malone
Seibert Ptg. Co., Canal Dover, Ohio
They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in;
For every day I stand outside you door,
And bid you wake , and ride to fight and win.
Wait not for precious chances passed away,
Weep not for golden ages on the wane!
Each night I burn the records of the day;
At sunrise every soul is born again.
Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,
To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;
My judgements seal the past dead with its dead,
But never bind a moment yet to come.
Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep
I lend my arm to all who say, "I can".
No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep
But yet might rise and be again a man.
Walter Malone
Seibert Ptg. Co., Canal Dover, Ohio