OUR ANNUAL PROLOGUE
As time her ceaseless course rolls on,
And we to distant lands have gone;
Though 'lone and far across the sea,
We pleasant hours can spend with thee.
When thoughts of other days we find,
And muse on friends we've left behind,
A welcome link to bind us fast—
The dearest friends, friends of the past.
When our mothers read with love we prize.
And sisters read with glistening eyes;
When another's sister this book shall see—
That one with whom you like to be—
When she the pages turn with care;
For you yourself are standing near—
She's thinking not of friends, nor musing.
She's only regretting the time you're losing.
Kind stranger when you look within.
We hope to know you as our friend;
When turning these pages one by one
And pondering o'er the things we've done,
In aught we have failed to gain
The standard which we would attain,
View us not with critic's ken.
But kindly turn the leaves and look again.
J. R. Lister.