Reminiscence

Another busy year we add To those we call the Past; So much we learned, so much we did, Found memories stored, to last Until a vagrant thought someday Stirs up the latent treasure-trove. Not all our work was filled with glee, Nor every task done faithfully, Each day against our sin we strove, Each day in prayer to God confessed Our weakness and our utter need Of Christ, and surely we were blessed. How glorious is the teacher’s task God’s children to instruct and guide. And of my...