April comes with smiles,
Wooing with her wiles;
So may mortal mind
Banter, but to bind.
Yet above the mist,
By God's sunshine kissed,
Is the Mind Eternal,
Making all things vernal.
The year that is now closing, marked by this vernal equinox, has been one of unparalleled success in the growth of the Cause. The banner of success has folded itself about the College walls, and its students, in round numbers many, have gone forth like soldiers of old, to fight the good fight, with colors flying, and the marching song of victory.
No other magazine, but four years old, can boast of such a subscription list as ours, celebrating its fourth year with an issue of 10,000 copies! Victory sits perched upon our walls, and we may well rejoice. We have had many upheavals; but this must needs be, when Truth enters to dispossess mortal mind. It has been a year of success; we say it not boastfully, but thankfully. Let no one, however, sit down and fold his hands. Such a time would never come for man, even should he attain perfection.
