Henry Rutgers Conger, Two Poems: Class Day Poem; The Purple Hills
“ There there is naught to help you But your wit and strength of limb, There every man is your master Until you have mastered him. For a great law governs the fighting And all are ruled thereby— ‘He that is strong shall conquer! ”
Henry Rutgers Conger, Two Poems: Class Day Poem; The Purple Hills
“ Are enshrined the happy mem’ries Of our college life. And when darker days have found us, ’Mid this old world’s ills; Still our hearts will turn with gladness To our purple hills. Williamstown, 1898. ”
Henry Rutgers Conger, Two Poems: Class Day Poem; The Purple Hills
“ HENRY RUTGERS CONGER, Poet of the Class of Eighteen Ninety-Nine of Williams College, died at his home in Fanwood, New Jersey, on Friday the eighteenth of June, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty, while his Class was holding its Reunion in Williamstown, Massachusetts. ”
