The stanzas below were written by George Lynde Richardson, a teacher in the Troy high school, who has contributed in the Williams college publications many of the brightest pages in college literature:
A hundred years! O wondrous change
From tiny seed to stately tree!
The lonely hamlet by the stream—
The busy city, great and free;
The quiet, peaceful meadow-land—
The crowded mart, the noisy street;
A by-way then, a highway now
With ceaseless tread of countless feet.
A hundred years! Our fathers' thought,
Our fathers' toil, our fathers' zeal,
A mighty labor now hath wrought,
A greater promise doth reveal;
We see the fruitage of their hopes
Their earnest effort, wisely planned,
Then onward! to our mightier task
With keener thought, with stronger hand.
A hundred years! But not the end;
'T is but one mile-post in the race.
No pause, no check—on! on! we pres,s
The fleeting days slip by apace;
With this our watchword—God our guide,—
Away with doubts, away with fears;
Thrice prospered may our city be
When comes again one hundred years.
Troy Daily Times. January 5, 1889: 3 col 4.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Troy Centennial poem by George Lynde Richardson (1889)
(The title of the poem was cropped from the scan of the microfilm of the newspaper)