(Day 11) On swan ponds and pomp and circumstance...
|The long road of life lies before you!|
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th'ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
Shakespeare, Othello (Act III, Scene iii)
Like a proud music that draws men on to die
Madly upon the spears in martial ecstasy,
A measure that sets heaven in all their veins
And iron in their hands.
I hear the Nation march
Beneath her ensign as an eagle's wing;
O'er shield and sheeted targe
The banners of my faith most gaily swing;
Moving to victory with solemn noise,
With worship and with conquest, and the voice of myriads.
Lord de Tabley's, The March of Glory
It was a wonderful day for pictures and I took lots of them. Lots because if Justin is anything like me 20 years from now, this event with all its pomp and circumstance will be but a distant memory. Perhaps that is why so many go so far over the top these days? To create a memory that will last in the midst of the thousands of other memories that will be created as a result of the myriad opportunities that the young people of this generation have?
Whatever the reason, I am glad there is a day between the Swan Pond, the Grand March and the three hour graduation ceremony that will take place on Saturday at Convocation Hall. And get this... the diplomas a presented in order of the height of the graduate! At 6'3" we will be there right to the end!!!
|Breagh and Grant|
|Some of the gang...|
|Justin and Kayla|
|More of the gang...|