A poem by Stephen Spender *********************************************************   I think continually of those who were truly great... What is precious is never to forget. Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are feted by the waving grass, And by streamers of white cloud, And whispers of wind in the listening air,   The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their heart the fire's center. Born of the sun, they traveled awhile towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honor.   ********************************************************* In respectful memory of our murdered fellow class member: E. M. C. May all the rest of us in Biology 441 and 441 L (2008), teachers & taught, now and forever hold ourselves to the high standards of her example.

Albert & Elizabeth Harris