THE THRESHOLD OF GRADUATION

Written by: Albert Price

The arrival of spring  greeted again and again, 
Each day at the awakening of twilight, 
With the songbird’s sweet refrain, 
Much to the morning glory’s delight.
But their unmindfulness of this date
Is not shared by the assemblage of students, 
Who at this threshold proudly wait
To see the matter formed of their prudence.

About this matter now we ponder-
Marvelously formed in equal steps, 
Such that candidates stand and wonder
How to hold it within their precepts.
Then with thoughts of the Most Sublime, 
They see skinless, boneless sheep
And know this matter depends not on time, 
And begin to fathom that providence is deep.

So through the threshold they step in line, 
Equally spaced to receive that common reward.
That matter assembled by the class mind, 
To which they now march in cadence toward.
Fully aware that they enter the edifice
Made by the creator of the universe.
They are deemed holy by academic sacrifice
And set free to practice arts diverse.