Tuesdays With Another
THE HONOR MEN
The University of Virginia writes the highest degree in the souls of her sons.
The parchment page of scholarship - the colored ribbon of a society - the jeweled emblem of a fraternity - the orange symbol of athletic prowess - all these, a year hence, will be at best the momentos of happy hours - like the withered ﬂower a woman presses between the pages of a book, for sentiment’s sake.
If you live a long, long time and hold honesty of conscience above honesty of purse; and turn aside without ostentation to aid the weak; and treasure ideals more than raw ambition; and track no man to his undeserved hurt; and pursue no woman to her tears; and love the beauty of noble music and mist-veiled mountains and blossoming valleys and great monuments;
If you live a very long time and keeping the faith in all these things hour by hour, still see that the sun gilds your path with real gold and that the moon floats in dream silver;
Remembering the purple shadows of the lawn, the majesty of the colonnades, and the dreams of your youth, you may say in reverence and thankfulness:
“I have worn the honors of Honor. I graduated from Virginia”