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 LIBRARY 
 
 MOTY OF 
 AMNIA 
 
 DIEGO
 
 HARVARD LYRICS 
 
 And Other Verses

 
 HARVARD LYRICS 
 
 And Other Verses 
 
 BEING SELECTIONS OF THE BEST VERSE 
 WRITTEN BY HARVARD UNDERGRADU- 
 ATES WITHIN THE LAST TEN YEARS 
 
 SELECTED BY 
 
 CHARLES LIVINGSTONE STEBBINS 
 
 OF THE CLASS OF NINETY-SEVEN 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 L. C. PAGE & COMPANY 
 MDCCCCI
 
 Copyright, 
 BY BROWN AND COMPANY 
 
 JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
 
 Introduction 
 
 THE 
 
 motive that prompted the compilation 
 of this little volume was a desire to collect into 
 convenient form some of the more serious 
 thoughts of Harvard students as expressed in 
 their best verse, with the hope of creating in 
 the public mind a better impression of the 
 standard of undergraduate literary work. 
 
 One would not claim for the poems here pre- 
 sented that they have the depth of a Browning 
 or the metrical perfection of a Tennyson; but I 
 believe one can assert with reason that they are 
 worthy of the attention of thoughtful readers. 
 Immature many of them may be, but all are 
 indicative of serious mood and elevated pur- 
 pose. This seriousness of student thought is 
 too little recognized or understood by the out- 
 side world. The buoyant activity manifested in 
 athletic and society life is practically the only
 
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 side which the casual observer of student life 
 knows. The deeper, more significant moods 
 and aspirations of students are announced with 
 no blare of trumpets. 
 
 One form of expression of these deeper feel- 
 ings is college literature, and the strongest mani- 
 festation of this is verse. A student's philosophy 
 of life as thus expressed is too often considered 
 either superficial or 
 
 "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought," 
 
 and thus in either case untrue to things as they 
 are. In the former instance, he is believed 
 superficial because he is a spectator only, and 
 not yet an actor, in the drama of life ; in the 
 latter, morbid because ignorant through inex- 
 perience of the activity and the meaning of 
 the great world that lies beyond the college 
 gates. That there is superficiality and even 
 childishness of thought on the one hand, and 
 narrowness and morbidness on the other, cannot 
 be denied ; but that such mental conditions are 
 necessarily college characteristics, or in any true 
 sense typical of the better undergraduate thought, 
 this collection of verse seems to me to disprove. 
 University life in these modern days is not that
 
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 of monastic seclusion, but that of the broad, true 
 culture which springs from sympathetic contact 
 with the best in the world about us. 
 
 If, then, this collection of verse gives evidence 
 of some rational interpretation of human life, 
 evidence that our most thoughtful students are 
 actuated by high ideals, the purpose of this book 
 will have been accomplished. 
 
 I wish to express my thanks to the Editors of 
 the HARVARD ADVOCATE and the HARVARD 
 MONTHLY for the privilege of making selections 
 from those periodicals ; to Messrs. Copeland and 
 Day for permission to use copyrighted verse of 
 Mr. Bates and Mr. Savage ; and to Mr. F. W. C. 
 Hersey, whose excellent literary judgment has 
 been of much assistance to me in preparing this 
 
 compilation. 
 
 C. L. S. 
 
 CAMBRIDGE, MASS., 
 March, 1899.
 
 Contents 
 
 INTRODUCTION 
 
 part I 
 
 Ad Parnassum ........... 13 
 
 In a Copy of the " Vita Nuova " ..... 14 
 
 The Love Tide ........... 15 
 
 " Methinks the Measure " ........ 16 
 
 From a Window ........... 1 7 
 
 A Place to worship Truth ....... . 18 
 
 To Pan ............. 19 
 
 " Lest we Forget !" ......... 21 
 
 Dusk .............. 22 
 
 Zoe ............... 24 
 
 An April Night ........... 26 
 
 Love's Prayer ........... 27 
 
 Vita Mea ....... ...... 28 
 
 Long Ago .............. 29 
 
 To Keats ............. 3 2 
 
 On seeing Monadnock Mountain ..... 33 
 
 Before the Battle .......... 34 
 
 The Manse at Concord ........ 36
 
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 The Place of Love 37 
 
 Memorial Tower 3 8 
 
 The Secret 39 
 
 The Coming of the Storm 4 2 
 
 Christ Church 43 
 
 When Darkness falls 44 
 
 Easter Morning 45 
 
 To Gertrude 4 6 
 
 Sailor's Requiem 47 
 
 Effort 48 
 
 A Sea Dream 49 
 
 My Heritage 5 l 
 
 Love in Twilight 5 2 
 
 The Voice of the West Wind 53 
 
 At Dawn 55 
 
 Roses 57 
 
 The Gull 59 
 
 The Lost Pleiad 61 
 
 O My Beloved 62 
 
 Contrast 65 
 
 " In Memoriam " 66 
 
 To a Traveller 67 
 
 The Song of the Sailor's Death 68 
 
 Storm Song 7 
 
 A Friend 7 1 
 
 Futurity 73
 
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 The Virgin Prairie 74 
 
 Wind Voices 75 
 
 Water- Lilies 77 
 
 The Singer 79 
 
 Rizpah So 
 
 Dreams 81 
 
 In the Mist 83 
 
 The Nobler Light 85 
 
 A Future Retrospect 86 
 
 The Burial of Alaric 87 
 
 Attainment 90 
 
 The Song of the Sea-Shell 91 
 
 Love and the Violets 92 
 
 The Departure 93 
 
 Morn . 96 
 
 Worth 97 
 
 Venus at Twilight 99 
 
 Adrift . 100 
 
 The Lover and the Dead 102 
 
 The Litany of Battles . 103 
 
 Hesperus 105 
 
 A Face 106 
 
 Drifting 107 
 
 Whither? 108 
 
 Shakspere 109 
 
 Love Song no
 
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 PAGE 
 
 Menoetes ............. m 
 
 Sunset .............. 112 
 
 Arabia .............. 113 
 
 To Beauty ............ 115 
 
 Greatness ............. 116 
 
 An Old Song New-Sung ........ 117 
 
 Old Yucatan ............ 119 
 
 The Cathedral ........... 120 
 
 The Haven ............ 122 
 
 Art ............... 123 
 
 The Builder Science ........ 124 
 
 Canoe Song ............ 125 
 
 Life Hopes ............ 126 
 
 Novissimum Verbum ......... 127 
 
 Prseterita ............. 129 
 
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 Class-Day Odes ......... 133-148 
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS 151
 
 Part I 
 Miscellaneous Verse
 
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 AD PARNASSUM 
 
 \J NPEOPLED plains lie in the smoky west ; 
 
 Child of the evening earth, a traveller I 
 
 Pace onward silent where the shadows die 
 In the vast mountain of my distant quest. 
 This Occident, with strangeness ever blessed, 
 
 Pervades the vision of the inward eye, 
 
 And, whispering of some nobler destiny, 
 Leads from the tangled paths by man possessed. 
 Out of the tents, out of the hearts of men, 
 
 Unwearied fled I one forgotten morn ; 
 I left no word, I asked no right to ken 
 
 The joy and pain behind me daily borne. 
 I shall some evening gain my height, and then 
 
 Survey the universe before the dawn. 
 
 ROBERT STEED DUNN, '98
 
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 IN A COPY OF THE "VITA NUOVA " 
 
 llALF-CONSCIOUS here the master lays 
 
 His fingers on the lyre ; 
 Sweet, simple, strong, the notes he plays, 
 Notes that have tuned for years and days 
 
 The soul's devotion higher. 
 
 Unwitting of his noble might, 
 
 In steadfast faith he sings, 
 Telling the way to find aright, 
 In Love's clear, calm, unflickering light, 
 
 Life's best, divinest things. 
 
 RUSSELL HILLIARD LOINES, Sp.
 
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 THE LOVE TIDE 
 
 JL BUILT a house upon the shifting strand, 
 Moulding with childish hands a rough design, 
 All heedless of the tremulous silver line 
 
 Where came the water nibbling up the sand 
 
 Until it touched me, bubbling o'er my hand, 
 And melting down those parapets of mine. 
 I checked the tears, and saw the low sun shine 
 
 Red o'er the blue, and tried to understand. 
 
 What were the toys that love came knocking o'er 
 Ere I had seen the flood of life he brought? 
 His tide washed out the treasures I had sought 
 
 And laid my sand-heaps level with the shore. 
 Lo, a blue sea with golden sunlight fraught 
 
 Surged where a little mound had been before. 
 
 JOHN ALBERT MACY, '99.
 
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 "METHINKS THE MEASURE" 
 
 1VJ.ETHINKS the measure of a man is not 
 To save a state in midst of fierce alarms, 
 Do noble deeds and mighty feats of arms, 
 
 And feel the breath of battle waxing hot. 
 
 There have been Caesars whose more humble lot 
 Forbade that they should bear the victor's 
 
 palms ; 
 Cromwells who never left their peaceful farms ; 
 
 Napoleons without ambition's blot. 
 
 Not in the deed that 's done before the eyes 
 Of wonder-stricken lands upturned to view, 
 
 But in the will, though no occasion rise, 
 
 And sleeping still, that dares such deeds to do, 
 
 Is drawn the line which parts him from the clods 
 
 And gives a man a kinship with the gods. 
 
 PERCY ADAMS HUTCHISON, '99.
 
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 FROM A WINDOW 
 
 A HROUGH dusky etchings of the wood 
 
 The white snows glow, 
 The tree arms, twined in sisterhood, 
 Together grow. 
 Brown grasses dead 
 Beside the tree-trunks lie ; 
 
 Clear overhead 
 Bends down the tender sky, 
 
 And in my heart, O friend, a thought of thee ! 
 O world of God, thou art so dear to me ! 
 
 CHARLES T. SEMPERS, '88.
 
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 A PLACE TO WORSHIP TRUTH 
 
 A LOVE that spot upon the hill, the place 
 
 Where we have often sat the twilight through, 
 
 Where lovely dreams were built in summer's sky, 
 
 And we forgot life's cares in revery. 
 
 To add by distance still another charm, 
 
 And make more sweet that dear, secluded spot, 
 
 Far down below the busy World was seen 
 
 By glimmering lamp, and heard by tolling bell. 
 
 Yes, a place well chosen to tell our dreams of love, 
 
 To speak of God, and fathom what we could 
 
 Of that great Force which governs all that is, 
 
 A spirit world, because we felt and said 
 
 Just what the mind when free is wont to think ; 
 
 A place to feel and know and worship Truth. 
 
 C. H. M.
 
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 TO PAN 
 
 PAN, come back ; our age hath need of thee ; 
 We have forgot the beauty of the fields. 
 And though, in thy time, every nook and tree 
 Could give some message to the lords of earth, 
 Our ears hear naught ; and as each object yields 
 Unto us gold we estimate its worth. 
 We have forgot the secret of the sea ; 
 And though we count the very grains of sand 
 As they fall glistening from our open hand, 
 We may not know what they could tell to thee. 
 
 O Pan, come back ! and teach to us the tongue 
 
 All nature spoke in thy far golden days ; 
 
 For all things spoke then, and the world was 
 
 young, 
 
 But now we cannot hear the piteous words 
 Wherewith the pent-up forest-spirit prays 
 For mercy when we fell her tree. The birds 
 Sing senseless songs unto our senseless ears. 
 We heed them not; or if by chance we heed, 
 'T is but to slay them, giving them a meed 
 Which would have filled thy kindly eyes with 
 
 tears.
 
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 O Pan, come back ! or if thou canst not come, 
 Send us a message from the over world. 
 Nay, wilt thou speak not, be forever dumb ? 
 Can we know nothing of the frank delight 
 Wherewith men lived their life ere they were 
 
 hurled 
 
 Unto dark doubt from out thy trusting light? 
 Nay, thou art gone, we know it ; death's stern rod 
 Hath smitten thee who had no thought of death. 
 Thy mighty limbs were vain, and vain the breath 
 Which piped and made men glad once, poor, dead 
 
 god! 
 
 HUGH McCuLLocH, JR., '91.
 
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 "LEST WE FORGET!" 
 
 L, 
 
 rORD of the Living, in Whose sight 
 A thousand years are Yesterday 
 Or as the watches of the night, 
 
 Show Living Man the Living Way ! 
 
 The world doth clamor at our gate, 
 The world's huge hunger goes unfed ; 
 
 Shall sable gown be more than meat, 
 Or crust of culture more than bread ? 
 
 Immured in the cloistral cell 
 
 We hear the unfettered eagles cry ! 
 
 Our beads of learning we o'ertell, 
 And dawn draws dragons in the sky ! 
 
 Lord Captain Christ, Whose morning-eyne 
 Are stars that shall not brook control, 
 
 Renew the Primitive Design, 
 
 Rebreathe in Man a Living Soul ! 
 
 FULLER-TON W. WALDO, 'c
 
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 DUSK 
 
 T 
 
 HE maid sits by the spinning-wheel, 
 With head bowed low in dreaming, 
 And looks not where the shadows steal 
 Or dusk's lone star is gleaming. 
 
 The tremulous wheel stirs into rest ; 
 
 Clasped lightly are her ringers ; 
 And only in her swelling breast 
 
 A pulse of movement lingers. 
 
 Through casement dim a faint wind drifts, 
 Since morn asleep 'mid roses ; 
 
 The yellow hair it lightly lifts 
 That on her cheek reposes. 
 
 A bird is singing far away, 
 Beyond the upland meadows, 
 
 One late clear song across the gray 
 And drowsy world of shadows. 
 
 Ah ! vain the wind of twilight stirs, 
 Sings thrush from distant cover. 
 
 She hears not them, but moaning firs 
 That darken o'er her lover.
 
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 And all unwatched the shadows steal, 
 So fast her tears are gleaming, 
 
 Dear maid beside the spinning-wheel, 
 With head bowed low in dreaming. 
 
 B. F. GRIFFIN, '99.
 
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 ZOE 
 
 JJOWN by the rocks of old Ocean, 
 
 When the sun stole slowly to die, 
 Leaving a purple remembrance 
 
 Illumined with gold in the sky ; 
 Bathed in the flood of the twilight, 
 
 Where the waves were lapping the shore, 
 Leaping in ridges and running 
 
 High beachward with hiss and with roar ; 
 Cushioned 'mid driftweed and pebbles, 
 
 Sat Zoe, and gazed o'er the tide, 
 Rapt as the Magdalen weeping 
 
 Had mused on Him that had died. 
 
 Thought flooded soul, and a longing, 
 
 As if life were not all it seems, 
 Incomplete somehow or somewhere, 
 
 Fantastic and flitting as dreams ; 
 Longing to know all the unknown, 
 
 For the known is grievously brief, 
 Those things that mortals must not know, 
 
 But must work and live in belief.
 
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 Trembling with each crowded pulse-beat, 
 
 She yearned for hope's guerdon, love's sigh ; 
 Only gray faces of memory 
 
 Dimly clustered in answer star-high. 
 Slowly her tears brimming hotly 
 
 Plashed down like raindrops at een ; 
 Sob on sob, heartwrung in bursting, 
 
 Died low o'er the water's cold sheen. 
 
 Tramping through gloom of black shadows, 
 
 Hard-muscled, grim Toil strode that way, 
 Spied he the sick o' the heart's ache 
 
 And kissed, ere the night paled to gray ; 
 Thrilled her slow blood by his touching, 
 
 By brave songs of work, till her grief 
 Floated adown streams of Lethe 
 
 Like a dusky, tide-swept leaf. 
 
 FRANK W. C. HERSEY, '99.
 
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 AN APRIL NIGHT 
 
 z\.CROSS the risen moon dark banks of clouds 
 In flying scuds and vapory masses sweep. 
 They dull in brilliancy, but cannot keep 
 Some light from rifting through their fleecy 
 
 shrouds. 
 Below, the sleeping earth, in fitful chase 
 
 Of changing lights and shadows, sometimes lies 
 Bathed in a silvery radiance, when the skies 
 Allow the struggling moon to show its face ; 
 But oftener wrapped in darkness it remains. 
 The rushing night-winds sweeping through the 
 
 trees, 
 
 The noise of waters on their rocky bed, 
 Alone disturb the silent calm that reigns 
 
 O'er hills and valleys, woods and fertile leas. 
 The living world is quiet as the dead. 
 
 HARRISON J. HOLT, '98.
 
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 LOVE'S PRAYER 
 
 J /OVE, like Religion, has its prayer: 
 " Give me this day my daily bread." 
 Poor Love, that has so much to bear, 
 
 So seldom is its hunger fed. 
 It asks for loaves : instead there come, 
 In answer, only crust and crumb, 
 And often, as it pleads alone, 
 It gains no other bread than stone. 
 
 And still it breathes this simple want ; 
 
 Alas ! it knows no other prayer ; 
 Nor ease can lure, nor failure daunt, 
 
 Nor terrors drive it from its care. 
 Deceived so oft, wouldst thou not guess 
 'T would faint for very weariness ? 
 Nay, it will plead till prayer be dead, 
 " Give me this day my daily bread ! " 
 
 FREDERIC LAWRENCE KNOWLES, '96.
 
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 VITA MEA 
 
 W ITH fear I trembled in the House of Life, 
 Hast'ning from door to door, from room to 
 
 room, 
 
 Seeking a way from that impenetrable gloom 
 Against whose walls my strength lay weak from 
 
 strife. 
 All dark ! All dark ! And what sweet wind was 
 
 rife 
 
 With earth, or sea, or star, or new sun's bloom, 
 Lay sick and dead within the place of doom, 
 Where I went raving like the winter's wife. 
 
 " In vain, in vain ! " with bitter lips I cried ; 
 " In vain, in vain ! " along the hallways died 
 
 And sank in silences away. Oppressed, 
 I wept. Lo ! through those tears the window- 
 bars 
 
 Shone bright, where Faith and Hope like long- 
 sought stars 
 First gleamed upon that prison of unrest. 
 
 W. STEVENS, Sp.
 
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 LONG AGO 
 
 COME, 
 
 Harrietta, shadows fall 
 
 Across the hill : 't is eventide. 
 
 They stretch their figures far and wide ; 
 And from the moor the crickets call. 
 The night moves on : the sunset glow 
 
 Fades down into the dusky air ; 
 
 I seem to see that glory there 
 That thrilled my being long ago. 
 
 There is the river stealing by ; 
 
 How still it looks, how dark and deep ! 
 
 As though a grim and lasting sleep 
 Had fallen from the starless sky. 
 Slow as the stream my dull thoughts flow 
 
 Adown the channel of the years, 
 
 Clogged with the sorrows and the tears 
 That pressed upon me long ago. 
 
 Do you remember when we stood 
 
 One autumn eve, when leaves were red, 
 And sunset purple glory shed 
 
 Aslant the caverns of the wood ?
 
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 I saw your gentle head bent low, 
 
 Your drooping eyes ; my heart beat fast ; 
 I tried to speak ; the moment passed, 
 
 And so I lost you long ago. 
 
 We talked, I think, of common things ; 
 I have forgotten what they were, 
 Of harvest time, of him and her, 
 
 In that forced tone that error brings. 
 
 'T was dark, and with a genial glow 
 The old house cast a merry light 
 That seemed to cheer the gloomy night, 
 
 But left me cheerless long ago. 
 
 Time flies and leaves an empty place ; 
 
 We toil and struggle as we can, 
 
 Live out our lives to plot and plan 
 For high resolve or deep disgrace. 
 We learn our failings ; learn to know 
 
 The good and ill that in us lies ; 
 
 We hold the mirror to our eyes 
 And see the faults of long ago. 
 
 I seek not more ; the past is dead ; 
 
 Its mask is left on you and me. 
 
 We are not what we sought to be, 
 Our dreams are gone, our visions fled.
 
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 Let age her mantle round us throw. 
 I have no secret now from you : 
 My heart is yours as firm and true 
 
 As by the woodland long ago. 
 
 PERCY Louis SHAW, '97.
 
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 TO KEATS 
 
 ,/i.SLEEP, awake, in dreams of poesy 
 And all the lambent joys of Arcady, 
 
 He found a faun once, sleeping in a dell, 
 
 Far from the noon's fierce heat, 'neath poppy'd 
 
 spell. 
 
 He struck the old Greek chord of sympathy 
 With woods and streams, all nature's minstrelsy, 
 And knew the moon's pale splendors. He 
 
 could tell 
 
 Where wood-nymphs drowse in dales of aspho- 
 del 
 Ah ! Keats, we mourn thee. In our hearts the 
 
 pain 
 
 Of thy young life yet lives. We have no tears ; 
 Dry-eyed, expectant still, each dawn appears. 
 But many springs may dawn, and many wane, 
 
 Ere Earth, old Earth, prosaic through the years 
 That thou art gone, shall deck herself again. 
 
 GEORGE GRISWOLD, 2d, '93.
 
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 ON SEEING MONADNOCK MOUNTAIN 
 
 AFTER READING EMERSON'S POEM 
 
 JVlONADNOCK! Solitary mountain ! I 
 Behold at last thy grand and lonely peak 
 Staying the driving cloud, as thou didst seek 
 
 To hold communion with the bending sky. 
 
 About thy base the lesser hill-tops lie, 
 But not at hand, as if they felt how weak 
 Were they by thee who in the past didst speak 
 
 Of God to hearts which reverently drew nigh. 
 
 And to one other didst thou speak of God, 
 One who did hold thee as a friend, and dear ; 
 Who, prophet, poet, and a leader seer, 
 
 Holding within his hand stern Moses' rod, 
 Arose, like thee, above each lesser height, 
 And earth and sky beheld with undimmed sight. 
 PERCY ADAMS HUTCHISON, '99.
 
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 BEFORE THE BATTLE 
 
 lO-NIGHT," they said, 
 " When the day is dead, 
 When we are slain, or the foe is fled ; 
 
 At set of sun, 
 
 When all is done, 
 When all is lost, or the fight is won, 
 
 Then we shall sleep 
 
 In Death's dark keep, 
 Or drink red wine till the night is deep. 
 
 Ride ! Ride ! 
 
 With our wrath to guide, 
 
 Into the battle, sword by side ! 
 
 " To-night," they laughed, 
 
 As they stooped and quaffed 
 The red fierce wine from the stirrup-cup, 
 " To-night, when we come 
 
 The funeral drum 
 
 Shall throb, to startle their hearts that sup, 
 Or the flags shall stream 
 And the banners gleam,
 
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 And the trumpets blow triumph as we ride up ! 
 Ride ! Ride ! 
 With our wrath to guide, 
 Into the battle, sword by side ! 
 
 " Away, and away, 
 
 For the morn is gray 
 
 And the sword-blades hunger and stir in the 
 sheath, 
 
 And above the hills 
 The red sky fills 
 
 With the dawning terror of blood beneath ; 
 The white blades burn 
 And the keen spears yearn 
 To harvest the red ripe field of Death. 
 Ride ! Ride ! 
 With our wrath to guide, 
 Into the battle, sword by side ! " 
 
 HERBERT BATES, '90.
 
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 THE MANSE AT CONCORD 
 
 /A.PART from traffic of the world, in shroud 
 Of moaning pines and solemn ash-trees tall, 
 Where throbbing notes of red-breasts rise 
 
 and fall, 
 Green-mossed stands the Manse, gray grown, 
 
 and proud 
 
 Of ancient days. Here priestly sires have bowed, 
 And priestly sons, in meek prayer pastoral. 
 When quivering lip sang out the righteous 
 
 call 
 
 Each window shivered 'mid the battle-cloud. 
 Here trod the brooding, dark-eyed Puritan ; 
 
 The soulful Scholar closed his yellow tome, 
 Spake forth, an haloed Sage, to wakening man ; 
 The Patriot marched with gown and book 
 
 from home. 
 Now, hushed as creeps yon dusky stream, the 
 
 tide 
 Of years flows o'er the Mansion glorified. 
 
 FRANK W. C. HERSEY, '99.
 
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 THE PLACE OF LOVE 
 
 rOVE, thou art not alone for gentle dells, 
 Where summer breezes, sweetly perfumed, breathe 
 
 Through heavy branches 
 Thy place is also where the winter wind 
 Roars down the long, bleak hill ; 
 
 The flying snow 
 
 Doth blind the traveller, as he strives to gain 
 The little cottage under sheltering pines, 
 
 Where thou art waiting, Love. 
 
 S. C. BRACKETT, '91.
 
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 MEMORIAL TOWER 
 
 A HE whole world drowses in the quiet power 
 Of summer moonlight. City, village, farm, 
 All common things are sunk beneath the 
 
 charm ; 
 
 And dreams of the immortal throng the hour. 
 And lo, mute witness of our life, yon tower 
 Rises to heaven in a nightly tryst ; 
 White, like a phantom folded in the mist, 
 As if it had eternity for dower. 
 And thus at last when all the froth of strife 
 Is long subsided in the wake of time, 
 
 And we are fled like billows on the sea, 
 Immortal moonlight shall recall our life, 
 
 And with its silver sheen like winter rime 
 Shall merge our memories with eternity. 
 JOHN R. CORBIN, '92.
 
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 THE SECRET 
 
 I WANDERED with my flute through the 
 forest, 
 
 And played to the hearkening birds. 
 I played them a secret, sweet and soft, 
 
 Too sweet for the jargon of words. 
 It arose like a delicate perfume 
 
 To the tree-tops up in the sky, 
 While all the marvelling songster-choir 
 
 Sat hushed in the boughs on high. 
 
 For I sang of a night in the garden 
 
 When a wondrous gliding Dream 
 Allured me along, like a shallop afloat 
 
 On a slow-descending stream, 
 Through the pathways dim in the darkness, 
 
 Far down by orchards and bowers, 
 To the Favored Vales, inwoven thick 
 
 With numberless growing flowers. 
 
 'T was the form of a matchless maiden ; 
 
 One hand held a lily-bloom ; 
 In its chalice a Lamp of golden fire 
 
 That shone through the misty gloom.
 
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 " This is what men are seeking," 
 
 She seemed to be singing afar, 
 Uplifting the snow-white lily-bloom, 
 
 All alight with the rose-red star. 
 
 " In the heart of this beautiful flower 
 
 Truth has written his name. 
 Blest the possessor ! " I clasped the prize 
 
 As an infant clasps a flame. 
 But then the bright Vision vanished ; 
 
 A night-bell smote the air ; 
 And I stood alone in the garden dark 
 
 On the pathway bleak and bare. 
 
 All around me the numberless blossoms 
 
 Danced with a cheerless mirth. 
 I looked in their hearts for the heavenly Light 
 
 That never was seen on earth. 
 And I saw in the heart of a lily 
 
 Some faintest trace remain 
 Of the Light men seek in their own dim hearts 
 
 And the world's wide heart in vain. 
 
 I have marred the soft, sweet secret 
 In the rude, cold speech of man. 
 
 It bubbled away like a laugh of joy 
 In the shade of the woodlands wan.
 
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 But, alas ! the poor dreamer is tongueless, 
 
 Nor can bare his soul in words ; 
 He wanders with his flute through the forest 
 
 calm, 
 And plays to the hearkening birds. 
 
 WILLIAM A. LEAHY, '88.
 
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 THE COMING OF THE STORM 
 
 \VHAT darkens in the west? 
 
 (Hark, how the gulls are calling!) 
 The spread black hand of the storm 
 
 That grows with the twilight's falling. 
 
 What gathers in the east? 
 
 (Hark, how the beaches rattle !) 
 The march of the columned clouds 
 
 That gather to the battle. 
 
 Dark and slow, row on row, 
 
 The ranks of the east assemble, 
 And under their line the sea's ranks shine, 
 
 And the long shores quake and tremble. 
 
 The swift scud streams, the white foam gleams, 
 
 And fierce shall the onset be ; 
 And God be his help that strives to-night 
 
 With the armies of the sea. 
 
 Black ridges with white, mad manes, 
 
 Beaches that roar and rattle, 
 And a wind that ranges the wild sea-line, 
 
 Driving the waves to battle. 
 
 HERBERT BATES, '90.
 
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 CHRIST CHURCH 
 
 VyLD wooden church, with tower square and 
 
 low, 
 
 Playground and graveyard meeting at thy gate, 
 Standing these hundred years inviolate, 
 Alone unmoved amid the world's swift flow ; 
 Beneath thy shade the playful children grow, 
 And youths, in silent prayer, oft contemplate 
 The sober thoughts thy cross or chimes relate : 
 How God is real within this world of show ; 
 All else hath changed since men first raised thy 
 
 walls, 
 
 But through the fleeting years, unaltered still, 
 Its message to mankind thy presence gives ; 
 The truth to minds of all who pass recalls 
 That time destroys all works of human skill, 
 And God, alone unchanged, eternal lives. 
 
 CHAUNCEY H. BLODGETT, '92.
 
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 WHEN DARKNESS FALLS 
 
 AF this be sleep, 
 
 Sit by me while I sleep ; if this be death, 
 No mortal power may stay the fading breath ; 
 But stay thou by me, be it sleep or death. 
 
 If this be sleep, 
 
 When I awake, I fain would see thee by. 
 Watch thou my bed with thine unsleeping eye, 
 And take my hand in thine when I awake. 
 
 If this be death, 
 
 Speed thou my soul upon thy steady prayer ; 
 If this be death, I go I know not where. 
 Oh, stay thou by me, be it sleep or death. 
 
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 EASTER MORNING 
 
 A WAITED for the day with anxious dread ; 
 " Shall darkness triumph o'er the light?" I said; 
 But as I spoke the solemn silence thrilled 
 With joyous song that night's vast portals filled. 
 
 The depths of gloom denied the coming morn. 
 My soul was sick with fear till day was born. 
 But when from eastern bondage burst the sun, 
 I felt within that victory was won. 
 
 The sterile air grew rich with heaven-sent lays; 
 They filled my heart, that almost burst with praise, 
 For then I knew the bitter days were past ; 
 I saw the triumph of the light at last ! 
 
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 TO GERTRUDE 
 
 A HOU standest upon the threshold of the day, 
 
 Still dancing in the sunlight of the morn ; 
 
 Thy sky is clear, the blue of it untorn 
 By any cloud of past or future gray. 
 Thy childhood plucks thee back, thy hopes away 
 
 To the green distance of thy fancy born ; 
 
 Thy laughs are long, thy sorrow quickly shorn, 
 Thou art an April peeping into May. 
 
 So be thou ever ! Twine thy childish past 
 
 Of simple thought so strongly to each thought 
 
 Of now and of to-morrow, that thou hast 
 
 A life unbroken, e'en a daisy chain, 
 
 Binding thy was, thy is, thy shall, self-wrought, 
 
 Ever to lead thee back and on again. 
 
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 SAILOR'S REQUIEM 
 
 \\RAP him in his hammock shroud ; 
 
 Heavy shotted let it be. 
 Gently lift him overside, 
 
 Lower to the waiting sea. 
 
 Alike to him are listless calm 
 
 And the fiercest storm that blows ; 
 
 Southern, fever-dealing suns, 
 Northern seas of ice and snows. 
 
 Never shall the vexing waves 
 
 Waken him again from sleep, 
 Sinking, sinking slowly down, 
 
 Through the dayless, nightless deep. 
 
 Mourn him not as one that 's lost ; 
 
 He was cradled by the wave ; 
 Home for him was on the sea, 
 
 And the sea should be his grave. 
 
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 EFFORT 
 
 JL HE way is steep ; high hangs the laurel 
 
 wreath ; 
 
 It is the height that makes it worth the try. 
 
 What boots attainment? In the striving lie 
 
 The sole rewards. Fight onward with set teeth ! 
 
 Though swift the treadmill ground may slip 
 
 beneath, 
 Fight on ! Thy blows have paid thee as they 
 
 fly; 
 
 They have been dealt, and that must satisfy. 
 Then let thy sword be stranger to its sheath ! 
 
 Though 'neath the rainbow's tip no treasure-pot 
 Shall flash its golden welcome at the last, 
 When from the sky the phantom long has 
 passed, 
 
 When the vain dreams that led thee are forgot, 
 Across a chasm men's sons shall look aghast, 
 
 And say, " He leapt this," and shall mark the 
 
 spot. 
 
 JOHN ALBERT MACY, '99.
 
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 A SEA DREAM 
 
 .1 HE summer sunset sheds its glow 
 
 Upon the changing sea ; 
 The surging waters ebb and flow 
 And bear their song to me. 
 
 And far away, against the sky, 
 Their white sails listless spread, 
 
 The stately ships move slowly by 
 Across the sunset red. 
 
 I love to watch at eventide 
 
 The evanescent fires 
 That light the cloudland far and wide 
 
 With minarets and spires ; 
 
 To hear the dark, deep billows roll 
 
 And break upon the shore, 
 To feel their echo in the soul 
 
 That throbs their burden o'er. 
 
 For then the world grows dim and high, 
 
 Those nobler fancies rise 
 That bear me toward that hidden sky 
 
 Where love and duty lies. 
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 I cross the threshold of the night 
 
 In gems of glory wrought ; 
 The stars pale in the wondrous light 
 
 Sprung from the depths of thought. 
 
 The wind sighs on the sullen sea ; 
 
 My vision fades to air. 
 The clouds break wide with motion free, 
 
 And peace is everywhere. 
 
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 MY HERITAGE 
 
 1 WOULD dwell in stately halls 
 
 Where my fathers dwelt before ; 
 But the house where the poor man lived 
 
 Is known to earth no more. 
 I would walk the selfsame streets 
 
 Where my fathers once were known ; 
 But the path which the wanderer trod 
 
 Has no memorial stone. 
 But I read the grand old books, 
 
 And dream the grand old dreams, 
 Till the beauty of life flashes out 
 
 And illumines my path with its beams. 
 These books are the stately halls 
 
 Which my fathers once possessed, 
 And the heritage I hold 
 
 Is the dream within my breast ! 
 
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 LOVE IN TWILIGHT 
 
 1.VJ.Y love is like an even star, 
 Sweet glory in a purple gloaming. 
 
 No spangled gem, no golden spar 
 
 My love is ; like an even star, 
 
 An hope to heal when doubts do mar, 
 And guerdon of a long day's roaming. 
 
 My love is like an even star, 
 
 Sweet glory in a purple gloaming. 
 
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 THE VOICE OF THE WEST WIND 
 
 1 HE Wind of the East and the Wind of the 
 
 North 
 From the gates of the Sun and the Cold blow 
 
 forth ; 
 
 They wander wide and they wander free, 
 But never a word do they speak to me. 
 I hear but the voice I know the best, 
 Of my brother-in-blood, the Wind of the West; 
 And the word that the West Wind whispers 
 
 me 
 Is a message, Heart of my heart, for thee. 
 
 Heart of my heart, when the skies hang low, 
 
 And all day long the light winds blow, 
 
 When the South, and the East, and the North 
 
 are gray, 
 
 And the soft rain falls through the autumn day, 
 Then, Light of my soul, canst thou not hear 
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 " Come," he whispers, and " Come," again, 
 Leave the dull skies and the steady rain, 
 Leave thou the lowlands and chill gray sea, 
 Heart of my own heart, and come with me. 
 
 ROBERT PALFREY UTTER, '98.
 
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 AT DAWN 
 
 .1 HE burden of the slaying of a king : 
 One hour he woke before the day-dawning, 
 And saw the faint sky whiten and the torn 
 Rack of the storm across the front of morn, 
 And he alone in darkness ; for his bride, 
 New-wed at eve, was vanished from his side 
 And all the house in silence as of death. 
 Then wakened sudden as the wind's great breath 
 A sound of swift feet hurrying, flashing swords 
 In the dim doorways ; eyes of angry lords 
 Silent and stern for slaying. And she stood 
 Midmost among them, clad in red like blood 
 And gold as flame for burning, with keen eyes 
 Cold as the portals of the pale sunrise ; 
 Nor any spoke a word, but, one by one, 
 They strode unto him, and the deed was done 
 Swift, silent as God's vengeance. Last, she came 
 And stood by him, and spoke one single name, 
 Her lover's, slain at eve by his command. 
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 She bade them thence, and followed, leaving there 
 The dead king lying, all his uncrowned hair 
 Moist from the blood of many wounds yet warm, 
 While all the dawn roared with the rising storm. 
 
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 ROSES 
 
 O 
 
 'N the beach she lingered idly, 
 
 'Neath the mossy headland's lee, 
 Looking out across the water. 
 Ah, but she was fair to see ; 
 Roses nestled in her hair, 
 
 " Red for him and white for me." 
 
 When the last farewell was spoken 
 These the parting words he said : 
 
 " Meet me at the shore returning ; 
 Wear the roses on your head 
 
 'Mid your bonny raven tresses, 
 White for you, for me the red." 
 
 Day by day the summer lengthened, 
 Faded into autumn drear; 
 
 Day by day, bedecked with roses, 
 Waited still the maiden here, 
 
 Till at last hope died within her 
 And she ceased to watch and fear.
 
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 Spring was redolent with blossoms 
 As they bore her to the sea, 
 
 And to rest they gently laid her 
 'Neath the mossy headland's lee ; 
 
 On her grave they planted roses, 
 " Red for him and white for me." 
 
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 THE GULL 
 
 JL HE wild-eyed, savage gull with bowed wing 
 
 tips 
 
 The white, flat surface of the misty sea ; 
 Or stooping in the wind-trod, hollow wave 
 Reels upward straight, hangs quivering, his whole 
 
 self 
 
 Intent, and breaks the surface like a bolt. 
 This spirit of the ocean mystery 
 Sweeps by in silence on the noisy scud, 
 Or cuts across the borders of the storm, 
 A flash of horrid white ; with beating wings 
 Struggles in futile, royal wrath against 
 The armed battalions of a mighty wind, 
 And beaten, leaps aloft upon the storm 
 To ride in fury down the conquering gale. 
 Away, thou symbol of my own gray thoughts ! 
 Whenever from the heaven of weary hopes 
 The clouds run low in the palely flowing sky; 
 Whenever from the world of the unachieved 
 The mists mount up to meet the drooping cloud, 
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 Thou dreadful emblem of my darker life. 
 Thou art no child of sunlight, for indeed, 
 Whether beneath some purple summer eve 
 Thou weariest thy way into the west, 
 Or in the winter on the frozen bay 
 Standest erect, a white, mad, ravened king, 
 Life-banished by the ice, thou art the same, 
 Grim, busy with thyself, hard, gloomy, wild. 
 
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 THE LOST PLEIAD 
 
 THOU, who from the happy realms and 
 
 bright 
 
 Hast vanished into traceless depths and dark, 
 Where none thy dread and icy path may mark 
 Amid the boundless terrors of the night; 
 Wherefore has God sent on thee such drear 
 
 blight? 
 
 Poor star, o'ershadowed as a hopeless heart; 
 Poor star, unheeded as a broken dart, 
 That spent unwatched astray its destined flight. 
 Nay, rather, as some arrow of the chase, 
 
 From God's sure hand thou cam'st, and now 
 
 again 
 He sends thee where no hope thy path may 
 
 trace, 
 
 In sad and cold eclipse awhile, and then 
 Maybe he shall recall thee to our sight, 
 To shine at last forever in his light. 
 
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 O MY BELOVED 
 
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 A HUNGER infinite doth cry 
 
 From out my empty soul for thee ; 
 
 Thy love alone can satisfy 
 
 The aching want that tortures me 
 And wastes my life in poverty. 
 
 my Beloved, I had thought 
 
 By many a path to come to thee ; 
 Through wanderings weary I have sought 
 To find thy home, where it may be, 
 And in thine heart my name to see. 
 
 1 wander lonely in the night, 
 
 I shiver naked in the cold ; 
 Thy love my shelter is and light. 
 
 O God ! my suppliant hands behold 
 The while my eager prayer is told. 
 
 I pray, Beloved, not for days 
 
 Unmeasured by the ageless sun, 
 But on life's sea of warring ways
 
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 To know thy holy will is done, 
 And every fight for thee is won. 
 
 Then joy ! To rest in thy great soul, 
 To know my life divine must be, 
 
 And as thy full waves o'er me roll 
 With flood of peace or misery, 
 To know, O God, they come from thee. 
 
 So, soft to die, and in thy love 
 
 To rest as on th' embosoming sea, 
 
 With nothing round, below, above, 
 But thy great heart enfolding me, 
 And so to sleep eternally. 
 
 O my Beloved, not for bliss 
 
 Of endless life in worlds to be, 
 
 Nor yet for earthly joy in this 
 
 My heart most hungers, but for thee, 
 Whose love alone is life to me. 
 
 Yet it were sweet, O Love Divine, 
 At dawn of fresh eternity 
 
 To feel thy life enfolding mine, 
 
 To wake from death, immortal, free, 
 And lose yet find myself in thee.
 
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 O Love ! O Life ! So near thou art 
 I need not seek afar for thee, 
 
 Lo, in the pantings of my heart, 
 Thy present spirit gives to me 
 Thy love for long eternity ! 
 
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 CONTRAST 
 
 OTRANGE mingling here of laughter and of 
 
 tears, 
 
 Of light and shade, of sunshine and of rain, 
 Of love and trust, and falterings and fears, 
 Of rue and heartsease, pleasure and of pain. 
 The greening blade cradles the yellow leaf, 
 The earth lies brown and warm beneath the snow ; 
 Bright joy is nurtured in the lap of grief, 
 Swiftly our sorrows come and swiftly go. 
 We stand a moment on this changing verge, 
 This little rim of brightness, set between 
 The unknown, darksome wastes. One rising surge, 
 Then we pass on, from unseen to unseen, 
 Out of the night, o'ershadowing the To-Be, 
 Into the morning of Eternity. 
 
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 "IN MEMORIAM " 
 
 JL O-NIGHT, when chill winds tear away 
 From shivering bough the pallid leaf, 
 I think of him who sang in grief, 
 " Our little systems have their day ; 
 
 " They have their day and cease to be." 
 He is not dead, but aye shall give 
 Pure, tuneful solace ; he shall live, 
 
 The beacon of a century. 
 
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 TO A TRAVELLER 
 
 OOME hearts there are that see afar 
 
 The goal toward which they wend ; 
 Some souls have sight to mark the light 
 
 That shows the journey's end ; 
 But some must still strive to fulfil 
 
 What each day sets before, 
 Content to find there waits behind 
 
 Each task a duty more. 
 
 And who shall say that knows the way, 
 
 That those who travel slow 
 May not win much that passes such 
 
 As see where they shall go ? 
 Perhaps there lies another prize 
 
 That may outshine this star, 
 And he who waits may know the Fates 
 
 And see them as they are. 
 
 RUPERT S. HOLLAND, 1900.
 
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 THE SONG OF THE SAILOR'S DEATH 
 
 VyH, the canny, canny landsman, 
 When the wind howls loud, says he : 
 
 " 'T is good to abide at your own hearth- 
 side 
 When the storm is on the sea." 
 
 And the wandering sailor's canny wife 
 
 With the bairns about her knee, 
 Says, " Would your daddy were safe at home, 
 
 When the storm is on the sea." 
 
 But man must die ; and so, say I, 
 
 What use to bide at home? 
 There 's danger there as sure and sair 
 
 As on the deep sea foam. 
 
 T is dull to die an idle death, 
 
 And, waste with misery, 
 For days in bed to lie as dead, 
 
 E'er the suffering soul pass free.
 
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 Give me to die on the salt, salt sea, 
 
 And go, like a sailor brave, 
 On the gale to my death by God's own breath, 
 
 To a deep and unmarked grave. 
 
 Give me to go with the gale in my teeth, 
 
 Down to my tossing grave ; 
 When his hour is come, at sea or home, 
 
 No power a man can save. 
 
 And it needs not to sing me the Passing Song, 
 
 It needs not to greet for me ; 
 The God of Heaven shall speed my soul, 
 
 For He broodeth on the sea. 
 
 ROBERT PALFREY UTTER, '98.
 
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 STORM SONG 
 
 W HEN the bar with surf is ringing, 
 
 And the seas are pitching high ; 
 When the gull the wave is winging, 
 And the gray clouds sheet the sky, 
 
 Then the drowned men chant their dirges, 
 
 Risen from their restless sleep ; 
 Then they toss between the surges ; 
 
 Then they whistle o'er the deep. 
 
 Storm-beat sailors, homeward crawling, 
 See a face they long thought dead, 
 
 Hear a dead man calling, calling, 
 See his weed-entangled head. 
 
 Such a night Death's spell is blighted, 
 
 And his prisoners all set free. 
 Then they dance, by watch-fire lighted ; 
 
 Then they howl, and roam the sea. 
 
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 A FRIEND 
 
 A HY face, my friend, is graven on my heart, 
 Traced by the ringer of that Wingless Love 
 That draws a man unto his friend with bonds 
 Not lightly to be sundered. 
 
 Still I sit 
 
 Beneath the single lamp's well-tempered glow ; 
 I hear the roaring of the tameless night, 
 The rattle of the unencountered latch, 
 But thou art gone. Thy place beneath our lamp 
 Is empty ; and my life is empty, too. 
 Men come and go, and for some little space 
 They call me, friend, unweening what they say ; 
 But thou art gone, and still I sit alone. 
 The book slips from my hand, and to mine eyes, 
 Weary and dim with pages turned in vain, 
 A vision rises of thy kindly face 
 Smiling with tranquil strength into my face. 
 My heart is filled with a strange sense of hope, 
 My hand goes forth to touch thee. 
 
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 The small, sharp crackling of thine empty chair 
 Brings back the cruel sense of loneliness, 
 For thou art gone indeed, and I alone 
 Must bear my burden to the hopeless end. 
 
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 FUTURITY 
 
 J_>IKE the reflection on the window-glass 
 Of scenes and objects which around us pass, 
 The present seems ; while through its image dim 
 Night, like the future, forms one shapeless mass. 
 
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 THE VIRGIN PRAIRIE 
 
 SILENT sea of solid swells and crests, 
 Across whose barren wastes the flight of time 
 Has passed with noiseless wings, and left no sign 
 
 Of human habitation; no bequests 
 
 Of beauty, culture, art, or native grace. 
 
 This swelling ridge of earth on which I stand, 
 
 A single wave of one vast rolling land, 
 
 That meets my gaze where'er I turn my face. 
 
 A soundless, treeless wilderness : it seems 
 
 Fresh from the hand of God, without the stain 
 Of human sin and suffering and shame, 
 
 A land of future promise and of dreams. 
 Now, like mid-ocean, it appears to me 
 Only a type of God's immensity. 
 
 HARRISON J. HOLT, '98.
 
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 WIND VOICES 
 
 JL HE wind comes roaring, roaring, love, 
 
 Across the bay and river ; 
 Before its chilling blasts, I see 
 
 The oak-trees bend and shiver. 
 Then bind me closer with thy love, 
 
 And weave thy bonds the stronger, 
 Lest o'er the stormy, wintry sea 
 
 Thy love again should wander. 
 
 I mind me of a Northern land, 
 
 The sturdy ship that bore me, 
 The wondrous ways, the unknown shores, 
 
 That opened out before me. 
 I mind me of the raging storm, 
 
 The terror of the sea, 
 The precious treasure of thy love, 
 
 That bound my heart to thee. 
 
 List, how the wind is roaring, love ; 
 
 On high the gulls are flying. 
 List, how the sea is growling, love ; 
 
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 Then bind me closer with thy love, 
 
 And hold me ever nearer. 
 Dear is the voice of winter winds ; 
 
 Thy love, sweet heart, is dearer. 
 
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 WATER-LILIES 
 
 OOFTLY under bending willows, 
 Mirrored in the stream below, 
 
 I will float with silent paddle 
 Down to where the lilies blow. 
 
 Softest breezes stir the willows ; 
 
 Whisper all the rushes there, 
 " Nowhere else on lake or streamlet 
 
 Grow the lilies half so fair. 
 
 " Once there came the old king's daughter 
 
 Plucking lilies in this place ; 
 Never in her father's castle 
 
 Afterwards was seen her face. 
 
 " We, the secret-whispering rushes, 
 
 Know that she forever dwells 
 With the nixies of the water, 
 
 Bound forever in their spells.
 
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 " In the lilies' golden petals 
 You may see her floating hair, 
 
 And her breath conies through the water 
 When the lilies scent the air." 
 
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 THE SINGER 
 
 Ui 
 
 PON the world's averted ear, 
 
 You say, all music falls amiss 
 Except discordant clink of gold : 
 
 Dead are Shaksperian harmonies ; 
 The finer Grecian sense is lost, 
 
 And all our thoughts are dull and cold. 
 
 You sit with silent voice and hold 
 In careless hand your silent lute. 
 
 Because, forsooth, the world is deaf 
 Think you the singer must be mute ? 
 
 For shame ! take up your lute and sing ; 
 
 The voice repays the trembling string. 
 A hundred thousand listening ears 
 
 Could add no sweetness to your song; 
 Its tone lies not with him who hears, 
 
 Nor is the careless-seeming world 
 So wholly deaf; no lofty strain 
 
 Was ever yet entirely lost, 
 No sweet note ever struck in vain. 
 
 ROBERT HIGGINSON FULLER, '88.
 
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 RIZPAH 
 
 loved them, her dead sons, her fallen pair: 
 She spread her sackcloth on the naked rock, 
 And she sat by them, mindless of the shock 
 Of summer heat; and kept the birds of air 
 Afar by day, and all the night her care 
 To chase away the hungry, gnawing flock 
 Of prowling beasts. And who would wish to 
 
 mock 
 
 At Rizpah as she watched them rotting there? 
 She watched because she loved them even then. 
 And is there one spreads not his robe of sorrow 
 
 Upon the rock where death in life begins, 
 By his dead deeds ? We watch, O sons of men, 
 To stay the teeth of Time one more to-morrow 
 From rotting, but belov'd, dead sons or sins. 
 
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 DREAMS 
 
 J/EAVE me my dreams. Let others wake and 
 
 weep 
 To toil with fruit or folly, and to heap 
 
 Vain hours with striving for what shall not be. 
 T&eirs, love and tears, and life and sometime 
 sleep. 
 
 My dreams for me. 
 
 Leave me my dreams. The rest of shadowy hills, 
 The lull of winds, the warmth that floods and fills 
 
 The scented silence of the noontide bowers, 
 The rippling symphony of birds and rills 
 In sunlit hours. 
 
 Leave me my dreams. Warm lips that grow not 
 
 cold, 
 Soft eyes unaging, hair of fadeless gold, 
 
 Strong love unchanging with the altering years, 
 Made sweet with myriad kisses many-fold, 
 Unwet with tears. 
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 Leave me my dreams. High lives and hopes 
 
 unslain, 
 A little fruit unruined of the rain, 
 
 A little love to brighten hours that be 
 And blind the aching, passionate eyes of pain. 
 
 My dreams for me. 
 
 HERBERT BATES, '90 

 
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 IN THE MIST 
 
 O 
 
 'VER us both the mist fell fast; 
 
 Afar the bells were ringing ; 
 And the sound of the surf came floating past 
 Over the ocean deep and vast, 
 
 Like the voice of a mermaid singing. 
 
 Over the ocean vast and deep 
 
 Ghost-like the shades came flying; 
 
 With dreamy eyes we watched them sweep ; 
 
 And the world seemed lulled to a gentle sleep 
 While the wind and the waves were sighing. 
 
 Onward we rocked like a phantom ship, 
 
 Thoughtlessly, dreamily sailing ; 
 Watching our anchor rise, and dip 
 Into the surge with its armored tip 
 
 As the light of the day was paling. 
 
 A single gull with silvery breast 
 
 Like a sprite by the clouds was roaming, 
 And through the mist in the white-robed west, 
 With one pale star in her nether crest, 
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 The pale new moon hung in the sky, 
 
 A halo round her glowing ; 
 And still we floated gently by, 
 Hearing the waters moan and sigh, 
 Restlessly, fitfully flowing. 
 
 PERCY Louis SHAW, '97.
 
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 THE NOBLER LIGHT 
 
 VV ITH all the soul within me and suppressed 
 Before the sunset, heard I, and confessed, 
 A breath of God from out the whispered hand 
 Held o'er the lips of the great speaking west. 
 
 Heard it and all the soul within me burned ; 
 Heard it and wondered at the secret learned; 
 And all the busy accidents of life 
 Have taken it, and it has ne'er returned. 
 
 So once to every serf and every king 
 Wide open do the doors of heaven swing : 
 He will not enter ; but the choice is his 
 To see a nobler light on everything. 
 
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 A FUTURE RETROSPECT 
 
 VvHEN all the world is cold, dear heart, 
 
 And all the skies are furled, 
 We two shall look from heaven's own gate 
 
 Down on the empty world. 
 Dear heart, the sorrow and the pain 
 
 Shall never grieve us then ; 
 And we shall smile as we look down, 
 
 Half weep, then smile again. 
 
 Our thoughts shall such soft pathos have 
 
 As when a man shall come, 
 From wandering of many years, 
 
 Back to a silent home, 
 Like sunshine on a vacant hearth, 
 
 And ashes gray and cold, 
 And ghostly squares upon the wall 
 
 Where portraits were of old. 
 
 ROBERT PALFREY UTTER, '98.
 
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 THE BURIAL OF ALARIC 
 
 IS night ; 't is night. The pale moonlight, 
 
 How fitfully it gleams ; 
 The willows nod ; the golden-rod, 
 O'ercome with sleep, droops toward the sod 
 
 In vague and restless dreams. 
 
 And to the skies, the river sighs 
 
 With sad and dreary note ; 
 And on its breast the golden stars 
 Seem changed to long and brilliant bars 
 
 That idly rock and float. 
 
 Say canst thou hear, afar, anear, 
 
 The tramp of armed men ? 
 And canst thou hear the bugle's call, 
 Its trembling echoes rise and fall, 
 
 Till all grows still again ? 
 
 Busentum's tide, though swift and wide, 
 Turned from its course must be ;
 
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 Through other fields its waves must pour 
 Adown the long and sandy shore 
 Into the silent sea. 
 
 A tomb, a tomb in dark and gloom 
 
 Beneath the river bed, 
 They make for him, their proudest boast 
 Who led their wild and varied host. 
 
 King Alaric is dead. 
 
 Ten thousand slaves with heavy breath 
 
 His lonely grave prepare. 
 In dismal tone the waters moan ; 
 A gull sails by, alone, alone 
 
 Upon the midnight air. 
 
 The task is done ere morning sun ; 
 
 With slow and measured tread 
 They bear him on, nor tear, nor sound ; 
 With spearheads turned toward the ground 
 
 In honor to the dead. 
 
 They lay him low ; the moon's bright glow 
 
 Fades down into the West ; 
 The furious waves roll back again. 
 They kill the slaves ; and sadly then 
 
 They leave him to his rest.
 
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 'T is morn ; 't is morn. How drearily 
 
 The restless breezes moan ! 
 The waters whisper o'er his head : 
 " The king, the king, the king is dead, 
 
 His sepulchre unknown." 
 
 PERCY Louis SHAW, '97.
 
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 ATTAINMENT 
 
 A HROUGH my open window comes the sweet 
 
 perfuming 
 
 Of roses reddening under skies of June; 
 No sight more fair than roses in red bloom, 
 No air more sweet than doth the rose perfume ; 
 And yet was never there a rose but died in 
 
 blooming. 
 
 ALGERNON TASSIN, '92.
 
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 THE SONG OF THE SEA-SHELL 
 
 JL HROUGH the long ages of infinite sadness 
 
 All of thy song is a still endless sigh. 
 Hast thou, then, never known aught of life's 
 
 gladness ? 
 Canst thou not breathe me one joyous reply? 
 
 Tell me, thou thing from the depths of the ocean, 
 Tell me the beauties hid under the wave, 
 
 Sea grasses moving in rhythmical motion, 
 
 Cool gliding currents Nay, mute as the 
 grave, 
 
 Save for the song that thou ever art singing, 
 Save for the breathings that ever reply, 
 
 Deep melancholy in sweet numbers bringing, 
 Song of the ocean that lives in a sigh. 
 
 Through these long ages of infinite sadness 
 All of thy song is a still endless sigh ; 
 
 Never an accent of all of life's gladness, 
 Never aught else than thy mournful reply. 
 
 JOHN R. CORBIN, '92.
 
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 LOVE AND THE VIOLETS 
 
 W HAT is it, Love, lives in the violet, 
 Or rose, or laurestine, that makes each fair? 
 Did thy soul, journeying, once linger there 
 Among those petals? Was thy soft heart set 
 To pulsate in those changeful, nameless hues? 
 Did thy breath lend them fragrance, thy quick 
 
 sighs 
 
 Wet their reproachless, sympathetic eyes ; 
 Thy thoughts, as guiltless then, those brows 
 
 suffuse ? 
 
 Yes, so it is ; Thou madest all their worth, 
 Thus blessing even as Thou blessest now 
 Through human benediction. Here, beside 
 The way, I find Thee, and wherever Earth 
 Holds beauty up to Heaven, there, I vow, 
 All fairness doth of thy love's grace reside. 
 
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 THE DEPARTURE 
 
 A HE skies are cold and hard ; the dead lights 
 
 trail 
 
 On the long hills ; the bitter day is o'er. 
 Closer I fold my cloak against the gale ; 
 For I return no more. 
 
 No more ! the vow shall not be reconciled ; 
 
 How long, how bitter was the day I bore ! 
 Enough ! and now away into the wild, 
 
 Away, to turn no more. 
 
 Surely I shadowed on the coming days 
 
 Th' embracing trust and love of childish lore ; 
 
 For now, be it blame I leave behind or praise, 
 I may return no more. 
 
 On, on ! How long the way, the time how brief! 
 
 Folly to linger round the scene of yore ! 
 Away with memory, and the memory's grief; 
 
 For I return no more.
 
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 I ask, can ever this dark night pale to morn, 
 And has yon dubious morrow aught in 
 store ? 
 
 Or shall it find me weary and forlorn, 
 Who can return no more? 
 
 If then the night grow blacker with black 
 
 cloud, 
 
 And sink the road to nothingness before; 
 If break the heart ; still should I say, " I 
 
 vowed, 
 And shall return no more " ? 
 
 If then I madden, if I yield, and yearn 
 
 For such past light as once the evening 
 wore; 
 
 And if it come to death or to return, 
 Still shall I turn no more? 
 
 Some voice shall guide me in the night that 
 
 falls, 
 
 
 Assure that I shall reach the further shore, 
 
 And nerve the failing heart, while still it 
 
 calls, 
 " On ! for thou turnest no more."
 
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 Then on ! Not much avails the will, the thought ; 
 
 Abandonment the voice of reason swore. 
 What recks it, then? The mould of Fate is 
 
 wrought; 
 And, lo ! I turn no more. 
 
 JOSEPH TRUMBULL STICKNEY, '95.
 
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 MORN 
 
 J. LOVE to walk against the yellow light, 
 The lemon yellow of the first daylight, 
 When clear and cold above the frozen earth 
 The white sun rises far down to the right. 
 
 And then to think of life is very sweet ; 
 The shackles fall and drop about one's feet ; 
 And in the clear forgetfulness of morn 
 
 It seems the world and life are all complete. 
 
 'T is good to be forgotten and forget ; 
 To look upon the sun and so beget 
 A golden present and a past that 's free, 
 A little time of memory and regret. 
 
 And when one strikes and stumbles on a stone, 
 And turns to find the winged fancies flown, 
 Yet through the passages of life that day 
 Will run a radiance other than its own. 
 
 P. H. SAVAGE, '93.
 
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 WORTH 
 
 i 
 
 1 DREAMT about the temples of old time, 
 The gray, tremendous pyramids, the towns 
 
 Of nations fallen from their mighty prime, 
 
 The melancholy sphinx that lonely frowns 
 Upon the quiet, stretching sand that drowns 
 
 A people deep as doth the Dead Sea's slime, 
 
 The works whereat the races and the crowns 
 
 Of old have wrought with toil and craft and 
 crime. 
 
 And dreaming thus, I knew the lot of man, 
 
 His paltriness and mould'ring multitude, 
 His life, its vanity and little span, 
 How all his grandest works are but the food 
 
 Of time ; then heard I mournful whisperings 
 Of an eternal tragedy of things. 
 
 II 
 
 I saw the old white moon above the trees 
 That shone on Adam in his paradise, 
 That shines on the everlasting rise 
 
 And fall of realms and races, lands and seas, 
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 That every little child has wailed to win, 
 Whither both saint and sinner turn their sight, 
 Feeling beneath its purity of light 
 
 Their universal brotherhood of sin. 
 
 I saw the aged moon, whose frosty face 
 Shines softly on the noble and the vile, 
 
 The comic and the gentle and the grim, 
 The tragic and the dingy common-place, 
 With just the faintest wrinkle of a smile 
 Traced in the shadows of its lower rim. 
 
 HENRY B. EDDY, '94.
 
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 VENUS AT TWILIGHT 
 
 HROUGH vistas soft the sunset light 
 
 Is shining faint and low ; 
 Above the rose-clouds, changing white, 
 Venus, the herald of the night, 
 Begins to glow. 
 
 O fairest light of twilight skies ! 
 
 Thy beauty, flaming far, 
 Burns brighter as the bright day dies, 
 Lightening the dusk that round thee lies, 
 Love's guardian star. 
 
 Thy orb, above the falling day 
 Hung like a spark of fire, 
 'Twixt light and darkness set midway, 
 Shines with a clear unfaltering ray 
 Of Love's desire. 
 
 Lower must thy fair light decline, 
 
 In loveliness to set ; 
 To rise on other lands and shine, 
 Greeted by other songs than mine, 
 
 Eternal yet. 
 
 J. H. BOYNTON, '90.
 
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 ADRIFT 
 
 J. HE sun is down ; my spirit drifts 
 
 Afar to the isles of sleep, 
 Where dim, forgotten mem'ries pass, 
 As shadows through the meadow-grass 
 
 Away o'er the drowsy deep. 
 
 I hear the sound of dripping oars, 
 Beyond in the red-rimmed west; 
 
 A phantom crew is by my side ; 
 
 Their rhythmic song steals down the tide, 
 To die in a sea of rest. 
 
 Grand melody in sweetest tones 
 
 That blend with the charmed stream, 
 
 Until the waters cease to flow ; 
 
 The zephyr bows and whispers low ; 
 I doze in a fancied dream. 
 
 Asleep in life, asleep in death, 
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 Go, mortal, blunt its sharpest blade 
 With stones of faith thy God has made : 
 They lie at the gate of life. 
 
 The sun is down ; my spirit drifts 
 
 Afar to the isles of sleep, 
 Where dim, forgotten mem'ries pass, 
 As shadows through the meadow-grass, 
 
 Away o'er the drowsy deep. 
 
 M. F. CARNEY, '96.
 
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 THE LOVER AND THE DEAD 
 
 "V 
 
 JL OU bide beyond all mortal years ; 
 Yet if I pray and weep, 
 May one not break the barriers 
 That fast your presence keep ? " 
 
 The Dead feel not the living tears 
 Nor end their endless sleep. 
 
 " O Lady, in some lonesome lane 
 
 I oft will quickly start 
 And think I see you once again, 
 Beloved of my heart." 
 
 You turn to find but shifting rain 
 That drives the boughs apart. 
 
 " But all the circling days we knew 
 
 So with this day inweaves 
 
 It seems the very voice of you 
 
 In every covert grieves." 
 
 *Tis but the autumn winds that rue 
 The dying of the leaves. 
 
 JOHN MACK, JR., '95.
 
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 THE LITANY OF BATTLES 
 
 JL HE cloud of war turns day to night ; 
 The beacons flare to left, to right ; 
 Heroes lead hero hosts to fight. 
 God save us in the pain of death. 
 
 Now men atone for guilt with guilt, 
 Tear down the temples they have built, 
 Spill blood for wine already spilt. 
 God save us in the sins of death. 
 
 We know not if we rise or fall ; 
 We know not why the trumpets call ; 
 God, make us know thou rulest all. 
 God save us in the fear of death. 
 
 If we be brothers bound from birth, 
 Or foemen from an alien earth, 
 God judge us lastly worth for worth. 
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 If there be war beyond the grave, 
 If warrior hands shall grasp the glaive, 
 Shall heroes here be Heaven's brave ? 
 God save us in the doubt of death. 
 
 Straight past the battle dragon's jaw, 
 Hard fighting up the path of law, 
 We scale the heights our fathers saw. 
 God save us in the joy of death. 
 
 JOHN ALBERT MACY, '99.
 
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 HESPERUS 
 
 IN OW night is come. Aloft the western sky 
 The evening star in regal splendor shines. 
 Deep in the bosom of the quiet sea, 
 Fitful, uncertain, roaming here and there, 
 Most like the phantom of an unsphered star, 
 Her image bears her ghost-like company. 
 And when the night-wind springs from out the 
 
 west, 
 
 Moving along its rippling path apace, 
 Yonder deep-floating star is quickly caught, 
 And shivered to a thousand glittering gems 
 To strew the unknown caverns of the sea. 
 
 JOHN R. CORE IN, '92.
 
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 A FACE 
 
 you are often restless, and you yearn, 
 And oft have doubts. You are not always sure 
 That life is worth much, or that to endure 
 For joys all fleeting, wounds that ever burn, 
 Is profitable. Disillusioned, stern, 
 Play on your part with manner all demure, 
 Smile when you should, and keep that fair face 
 
 pure 
 
 From any trace of love or love's return. 
 But I prefer perversely, as I know, 
 To keep my old illusions, and I dare 
 Think men still human, women part divine, 
 For untaught me, love's roses ever blow ; 
 Still live strong, wholesome friendships, every- 
 where ; 
 
 And slowly life grows old and rich, like wine. 
 
 BARTLETT BROOKS, 1900.
 
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 DRIFTING 
 
 .L/RIFTING in our frail canoe 
 On the dusky, silent stream, 
 Dearest, see ! The sunset-gleam 
 
 Fires love's torch for me and you. 
 
 Coral clouds and pearly sky, 
 Flaming in the farthest west, 
 Softly whisper peace and rest, 
 
 Peace and rest that never die. 
 
 Let us shun the sable shore, 
 
 Frowning at us slipping by. 
 
 Let 's be happy, you and I, 
 Drifting, drifting evermore. 
 
 H. H. CHAMBERLIN, JR., '95.
 
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 WHITHER? 
 
 /jLGNES, thou child of harmony, now fled 
 From scenes once bright-illumined with thy 
 
 smile, 
 
 So innocent and kind, free from the guile 
 Of Orient charm, mysterious and dread, 
 Where shall I seek thee, maid? Thou art not 
 
 dead. 
 No, Nature's heart would break, count all else 
 
 vile, 
 
 Bereft of thee e'en for a little while. 
 Where art thou, then ? Hast to the violet sped 
 That with its gentle blue bespeaks thine eye ? 
 To rippling stream, the echo of thy voice ? 
 To wooing wind that, kissing, says ' Rejoice ! ' 
 Or to the rose-bush with its fainting sigh, 
 ' Ah ! too lovely for a season long ! ' 
 Or, art thou on fair angel lips a song ? 
 
 PHILIP BECKER GOETZ, '93.
 
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 SHAKSPERE 
 
 IN O marvels now can startle my belief: 
 
 Tell me of gods that scale the peaks of heaven 
 To scan the future for the world's relief; 
 
 Of Titans old, whose grizzled locks are riven 
 By the cold-cutting North ; of wanded elves 
 
 That light their lanterns by the evening star ; 
 Of hunched dwarfs, whose toil the mountain 
 delves, 
 
 Tell of all these, and I shall vow they are. 
 Or speak of miracles, and I shall say 
 
 Blind eyes may drink the rainbow, halting 
 
 limbs 
 Outfoot fleet Mercury, and ears of clay 
 
 Thrill in delight at sound of seraph hymns. 
 All wonders now have my credulity 
 Since wondrous Shakspere I believe in thee. 
 PERCY WALLACE MACKAYE, '97.
 
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 LOVE SONG 
 
 'EAR Love, I would not for the world 
 That you were other than you are ; 
 Far rather let the sky be furled 
 And quenched each sun and star. 
 
 Your tears for me have left their trace, 
 And care its record plain to see : 
 
 Not one of these would I efface, 
 For each is dear to me. 
 
 Dear Love, I pray to God with tears 
 
 You will be ever as you are. 
 For you have been, through all the years, 
 
 My north and guiding star. 
 
 J. F. BRICE, '99.
 
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 MENOETES 
 
 W HO is this fellow floundering in the wave, 
 Flung from the Trojan galley thundering by? 
 Lightly, my friend ; he may be you, or I ! 
 
 This passage from the master to the slave 
 
 Is but a flash : the pinnacle we crave 
 Totters and falls ; and life is but to fly 
 The dark immediate anguish surging nigh, 
 
 To foil the shrewd enclosure of the grave. 
 
 So, when I read of old Menoetes overthrown 
 By raging Gyas to the furrowed brine, 
 
 I cannot wholly laugh : there is a tone 
 Of merry sadness in the poet's line 
 That tells me summer suns will never shine 
 
 When skies with tyrannous clouds are overblown. 
 
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 SUNSET 
 
 JL HE sweet, low lisping of the sunset's breath 
 
 Ripples the water in a silver strand. 
 
 Apollo reins awhile his chariot band 
 Ere the bright glory meets its daily death. 
 The woods bow down to what the ripple saith 
 
 That beats upon the broad, bare, barren sand, 
 
 Surging sweet sorrows of the night at hand, 
 Within whose arms the pale moon blossometh. 
 We stood together ; from thy childish breast 
 
 I heard a sighing for the day now dead ; 
 Within mine arms I felt thy body rest 
 
 And saw the glow lie blessing round thy head, 
 As if the sun had also loved thee best, 
 
 And o'er thy face his latest beauty shed. 
 
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 ARABIA 
 
 /JLCROSS the hills, beyond the sea, 
 
 The pale moon shines on crystal streams ; 
 
 There comes no sound from lawn or lea ; 
 
 No voice to set the echoes free 
 
 And break the spell of aimless dreams. 
 
 Hast thou not said, " I love repose, 
 
 Where thought unhindered comes to me, 
 Where fancy blooms unchecked and grows 
 Fed by a fire that gleams and glows 
 Like sunlight on a depthless sea " ? 
 
 Here when the morning lilies rise, 
 
 And crimson dawn leaps into noon ; 
 Here shalt thou rest thy weary eyes, 
 Hid from the glare of burning skies, 
 And cradled by a quiet tune. 
 
 But if at morn or eventide 
 
 Some idle vision claims the hour, 
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 Pray throw its empty spell aside 
 As thou wouldst scatter far and wide 
 The petals of a faded flower. 
 
 Think then of me for one short space, 
 
 Who dream of thee each passing day. 
 I beg thee for a moment's grace, 
 And in thy heart a resting-place, 
 That I be near, though far away. 
 
 PERCY Louis SHAW, '97.
 
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 TO BEAUTY 
 
 "SHOULD heaven draw thee to her fair domain, 
 And death dissolve thy form in common air, 
 And turn to mortal breath thy uttered prayer, 
 
 Thy beauties all invisible remain, 
 
 As shall thy goodness live on earth again ; 
 Though they to that ethereal 'bode may rise, 
 Here echo memories of thy lost replies, 
 
 The blessings that in weary hearts are lain ; 
 
 For Beauty ne'er hath limned a fairer face, 
 Nor Goodness e'er illumed a brighter eye, 
 
 And surely He who is the Lord of Grace 
 Will never let such Truth and Beauty die. 
 
 What though they change their mortal dwelling- 
 place, 
 
 Their charms shall still survive beneath the sky. 
 
 WALTER LITTLEFIELD, Sp.
 
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 GREATNESS 
 
 JL/ONG through the crumbling ages there has 
 passed 
 
 To many men an honor over great ; 
 
 Their history is read but in the fate 
 Of time which followed ; not in that which cast 
 Its shadow darkly downward on the massed 
 
 Assembly of their deeds, to hide the state 
 
 Of man and darken to our view the weight 
 Of virtue and of vice which could not last. 
 Talk not of famous men whose warlike lives 
 
 A load of Stygian woe upon mankind 
 Have garnered, but thank God there still survives 
 
 The work of men so truly great, that find 
 Whatever fault he will, not one who thrives 
 
 By knowledge will deny th' Eternal Mind. 
 
 EDWIN FRANCIS EDGETT, '94.
 
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 AN OLD SONG NEW-SUNG 
 
 ! the wind comes moaning over the sea, 
 And the wind moans over the land. 
 When will my ship come back to me, 
 As I wearily wait on the sand? 
 
 I sent her forth as the daylight dawned, 
 
 And my heart's love speeded her sail ; 
 
 My smile was bright and my hope was strong, 
 As I prayed for a favoring gale. 
 
 Oh ! the sun rose higher over the sea, 
 And the tide ebbed out from the land, 
 
 And my smile was bright and my hope was strong, 
 As I waited and walked the strand. 
 
 The water danced in the full noon's ray, 
 
 And my heart it danced in tune, 
 For my ship would come at the set of sun 
 
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 The sun blushed out from the bank of cloud, 
 With his cheek 'gainst the ocean's face, 
 
 And my hope grew strong as the moon came on 
 In ripples of silvery lace. 
 
 But the stars sank down far off in the east, 
 And the stars sank down in the west, 
 
 And my smile was sad and my hope was faint, 
 As I waited in vague unrest. 
 
 And the morning flaunts his red in the sky, 
 And the waves, they laugh in their glee ; 
 
 But my smile is gone and my hope is dead, 
 As I wait all alone by the sea. 
 
 And so I watch and wait by day, 
 
 And I watch and wait by night, 
 And when it is day, " in the evening," I say, 
 
 And at eve, " with the dawning light." 
 
 But the wind comes moaning over the sea, 
 And the wind moans over the land. 
 
 When will my ship come back to me 
 As I wearily wait on the sand ? 
 
 ALGERNON TASSIN, '92.
 
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 OLD YUCATAN 
 
 V-/LD Yucatan ! where shod foot never fell, 
 Slowly I break my way and silently. 
 
 Quiet is genius of each fern, each tree, 
 Each dreaming stream, each slowly oozing well. 
 Quiet and brazen sun which seem to tell 
 
 Of some old, speechless, tiptoe mystery 
 
 Bid me be still and cease my inquiry, 
 Lure me to seek the secret of the spell. 
 Lo, a hushed empire, stone yet firm on stone, 
 Pyramid-stepped in sky-ascending shrines ; 
 
 Palaces, temples, places, paven ways ; 
 Solidly graven walls which, without tone, 
 
 Speak each a strange, hard speech in square- 
 cut lines ; 
 Carved Maya faces, gazing as you gaze. 
 
 J. F. BRICE, '99.
 
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 THE CATHEDRAL 
 
 J~lALF forgotten echoes wake, 
 Dusty, cobwebbed corners shake, 
 As the Munster chime-bells take 
 Their vespered tolling. 
 
 Groups of bashful maidens fair 
 Fill the twilight-shadowed square ; 
 Ling' ring yet, they climb the stair 
 To their devotions. 
 
 High above the priestly drone, 
 Lifts the fairest maid, alone ; 
 Crimson-hued her robe of stone, 
 The sunlight's plaything. 
 
 Frozen work of vanished hands, 
 Lost in evening prayer she stands, 
 Her reeking censers, perfumed lands, 
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 Homeward-circling pigeons rest, 
 Gems upon her sunset crest, 
 Bearing from the fading west 
 God's benediction. 
 
 Wan her laces grow and cold, 
 As the sun steals back its gold ; 
 Another day her life has told 
 With this fair even. 
 
 E. L. DUDLEY, 1900.
 
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 THE HAVEN 
 
 A WO mighty arms of land shut out the wide 
 Mad flood, and shelter in their cosey lee 
 The buoyant ships that totter lazily 
 On the slow-breathing bosom of the tide ; 
 Calm in the bay the beaten vessels ride ; 
 
 Safe from the storms that churn the deep, deep 
 
 sea, 
 
 The weary mariner is resting free, 
 Deaf to the baffled fiend that roars outside. 
 
 Safe from the blustering hurricane we two 
 Shall anchor in the harbor love has made. 
 The shore will murmur with the serenade 
 Of little waves that dance in from the blue. 
 Though the dark sea may beat the long night 
 
 through, 
 Love, little love, we shall not be afraid. 
 
 JOHN ALBERT MACY, '99.
 
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 ART 
 
 JDUILD thee an altar in thy inmost heart 
 And sacrifice thereon meek-eyed content : 
 
 Born of the blaze of all thou hast, shall start 
 Upon thy sight a dream-starred firmament. 
 PHILIP BECKER GOETZ, '93.
 
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 THE BUILDER SCIENCE 
 
 A SAW in outline on the northern skies 
 A fair-haired giant, building, .with his hands, 
 And lifting rock on rock ; and now expands 
 
 The growing structure. Skilful, ay, and wise, 
 
 He shapes and plans, and wearies as he tries 
 To fit the mighty work to those demands 
 His laboring brain requires; till now there 
 stands 
 
 A towered temple complete before his eyes. 
 He rests, and lies beside a running brook, 
 And in its voice grows thoughtful ; then in pain 
 
 He starts, and knows the birth of the divine. 
 Touched with the dreadful question of that look, 
 I turned away, but saw him once again 
 
 Dead, lying where he should have built his 
 
 shrine. 
 
 P. H. SAVAGE, '93.
 
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 CANOE SONG 
 
 D, 
 
 'IP ! Dip ! Softly slip 
 Down the river shining wide. 
 Dim and far the dark banks are ; 
 Life is love and naught beside, 
 Onward drifting with the tide. 
 
 Drip, drip, from paddle-tip 
 
 Myriad ripples swirl and swoon ; 
 
 Shiv'ring 'mid the ruddy stars, 
 Mirrored in the deep lagoon, 
 Faintly floats the mummied moon. 
 
 Soft, soft, high aloft, 
 
 Ever thus till time is done, 
 
 Worlds will die ; may thou and I 
 Glide beneath a gentler sun, 
 Young as now and ever one. 
 
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 LIFE HOPES 
 
 A HE waves are breaking on the outer bar, 
 
 Never to reach the long-desired goal. 
 Out in the offing, where the sea-gulls are, 
 The waves are breaking on the outer bar, 
 Swelling so proudly in from seaward far, 
 
 And dashed to foam upon the unseen shoal. 
 The waves are breaking on the outer bar, 
 Never to reach the long-desired goal. 
 
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 NOVISSIMUM VERBUM 
 
 B, 
 
 >OLT fast the door. The past that lies behind 
 
 That studded portal must not live again ; 
 
 Pleasure was there and throbbing hours of pain, 
 Success, disaster, hope, and fear born blind. 
 And yet, in spite of wasted days, resigned 
 
 Ambitions, dreams, and struggles that were vain, 
 
 All is not lost, for memories remain, 
 And memory was ever over-kind. 
 And still we know God's blessed messenger, 
 
 The Future, holds all promises in store ; 
 With strength loss-fostered let us follow her ; 
 
 Let here, as at Araunah's threshing-floor, 
 Whatever plague endures be stayed with myrrh 
 
 And incense of high aims. Bolt fast the door. 
 
 II 
 
 Go forth and fear not ; strike, attack, defend ; 
 
 In thine invulnerable self stand sure ; 
 
 Self-armed and self-defended, self-secure, 
 Victor, thou all shalt to thy purpose bend.
 
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 Ay, victor if the enemy shall send 
 
 Their deadliest darts into thy bosom pure ; 
 
 Victor if captive spite of every lure, 
 Falling in harness, fighting to the end. 
 The stars and all the heavens above us fill 
 
 With one Te Deum unto self; the lord 
 Of self of destiny is king ; so still 
 
 Fight the good fight, however weak the sword, 
 With single purpose and unconquered will, 
 
 One aim, one hope, one struggle, one reward. 
 REGINALD WRIGHT KAUFFMAN, Sp.
 
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 PR^ETERITA 
 
 A HE world has quite outgrown her song 
 Because the world has sung too long ; 
 And so the world shall sing no more, 
 And song is o'er. 
 
 For men are wiser than of old, 
 And men have learnt the worth of gold, 
 And men have set their hearts above 
 The spell of love. 
 
 Men's eyes shall cease to weep, they say, 
 For pity in the coming day, 
 And none shall laugh through all the earth 
 Made bare of mirth. 
 
 Then Heaven that we hoped, shall be 
 As the old tale of Arcady, 
 And man, in spirit as in breath, 
 
 Shall die in death. 
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 The world has quite outgrown her song, 
 Because the world has sung too long ; 
 And so the world shall sing no more, 
 And song is o'er. 
 
 HERBERT BATES, '90.
 
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 "EAR Mother, we turn from thy beautiful 
 
 throne 
 
 On the fair, watered slopes of the west, 
 To wander and struggle, unguided, alone, 
 
 Till Night in the path bars our quest. 
 Thou hast given us strength from thy bountiful 
 
 heart 
 
 That will keep us through tempest and sun : 
 Each glance at thy face, and each thought what 
 
 thou art 
 Shall herald a victory won. 
 
 The mirage of the future gleams temptingly 
 
 bright, 
 
 And quickens our steps to the fore : 
 We shall feel, though we stay not, thy motherly 
 
 sight 
 Still blessing our path as of yore.
 
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 At dusk, when we turn, and in memory rove 
 On the ways that are dark'ning towards thee, 
 
 May the afterglow brighten the summits we love, 
 Thy forehead our Hesperus be. 
 
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 .F AIR Harvard, ere we in our turn pass away 
 
 From thy portals, our song we upraise, 
 One note in the song of the world-sundered 
 
 throng 
 
 Of thy sons, who are one in thy praise ; 
 From thy throne by the storm-beaten shores of 
 
 the east 
 
 To the western far shores of the sea, 
 That thy splendor and fame may endure, and thy 
 
 name 
 In the mouths of thy sons yet to be. 
 
 Through the change of the years wherein laughter 
 
 and tears 
 
 Shall be mingled as sunshine and shade, 
 We shall march with thy grace for our guidance, 
 
 thy face 
 Still before tis, by dread undismayed.
 
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 As the thunder and song of the sea on the long 
 
 Sea-ramparts, thy praise shall ascend ; 
 And to thee, who give might to thy sons in the 
 
 light 
 Of thy learning, be fame without end. 
 
 HERBERT BATES, '90.
 
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 FAD 
 
 [R Harvard, the years that have wearied thy 
 sons 
 
 Have but added new glory to thee ; 
 For thy course is as sure as the river that runs 
 
 Through thine own level plains to the sea ; 
 With the strength of the age, as the ages in- 
 crease, 
 
 Thou growest more firm and secure ; 
 By thy watchword of truth to high blessings of 
 
 peace 
 Ever onward, while time doth endure. 
 
 We are youngest and least of the band of thy 
 
 sons, 
 
 With no laurels to bend for thy brow, 
 No glorious names, like the long-parted ones 
 
 Whose mighty deeds honor thee now ; 
 Yet the lessons we learned are the same that they 
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 We have walked in the ways that they trod, 
 And our hearts like the hearts of thy heroes are 
 
 true 
 To thine honor, our country, our God. 
 
 SEWELL CARROLL BRACKETT, '91.
 
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 JR Mother, we pray for thy help ere we 
 turn 
 
 Toward the doubt and the darkness ahead ; 
 May the fires of thy beacons flash high as they 
 
 burn 
 
 And illumine the path where we tread ; 
 May their brilliance extend with the growth of thy 
 
 fame 
 Through the wastes of the outer world's 
 
 night, 
 Till our doubt disappear before faith in thy 
 
 name 
 And our darkness give place to thy light. 
 
 So our strength shall increase in the struggle with 
 
 life 
 
 For the reward from the future's slow hand, 
 And our hearts, in return for thine aid in the 
 
 strife, 
 Be as one in thy grace through the land,
 
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 Till the hosts of thy sons from the south and the 
 
 north 
 
 And the wide parted shores of the sea, 
 Shall transmute each success which the years may 
 
 bring forth 
 Into glory, fair Harvard, for thee. 
 
 SAMUEL PITTS DUFFIELD, '92.
 
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 .T AIR Harvard, how fairer than childhood's fond 
 
 dream 
 
 Dost thou shine in our treasure to-day ! 
 We have known thee,and loved thee, and memories 
 
 teem 
 
 Ever sweet with the notes of thy lay. 
 But the chord of our parting is trembling and 
 
 low, 
 
 As it echoes the soul's deep refrain ; 
 And we stay, while it kindles in love's crescent 
 
 glow, 
 For the blessing? that hallow its strain. 
 
 Breathe thy beautiful soul o'er the dew of our 
 
 youth, 
 
 When we wander from learning's fair halls; 
 And soft be the years to the whispers of 
 
 truth 
 As the ivy that clings on the walls.
 
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 O shrine of the pure ! in praise and in wrath 
 
 Join thy living in sacred accord ; 
 And the faith of thy dead shall illumine the path 
 
 To the heights of the vision of God. 
 
 DAVID SAVILLE MUZZEY, '93.
 
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 17 IERCE maiden, true life, whom we wooed 
 
 with grim fight, 
 
 In past dreams to thy conquest we woke. 
 To thee, fire-encircled, asleep on thy height, 
 Through the flame, with love-wakening, we 
 
 broke. 
 With thee, then, for honor we sought in our 
 
 pride, 
 
 Still heroes in good and in sin ; 
 But now our dream fades, and earth's truth, our 
 
 new guide, 
 Into mists melts the glory we 'd win. 
 
 Sweet maiden, true life, now with reverent 
 
 love, 
 
 In truth's light to thy conquest we wake ; 
 Thy sleep on the rock, with the red blaze 
 
 above, 
 
 Through the flame, with love-wakening, we 
 break.
 
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 Now for thee may we live in thy power supreme, 
 
 For thee to brave evil and fear ; 
 And when we awake to find earth but a dream, 
 
 In God's truth may we find thee still near. 
 
 HENRY COPLEY GREENE, '94.
 
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 ACROSS storm-driven spaces, our Lady of 
 Truth, 
 
 We beheld thee fair shining in grace, 
 And rapt by the charm of thy radiant youth, 
 
 We toiled for a glimpse of thy face. 
 In darkness and doubt thy smile was our light, 
 
 As we looked, from deep places, to thee ; 
 Though shaken by error, yet strong with thy 
 might, 
 
 We fought for the truth that makes free. 
 
 To win thee, our Lady, in days that are past, 
 
 With stress in fierce conflict we wrought, 
 Yet, because of thy fairness, we reck not the cost, 
 
 For thou art the guerdon we sought. 
 Through evil and good, with thee at our side, 
 
 Triumphant we pass on life's road ; 
 Up heights of achievement wilt thou be our guide, 
 
 Till we stand in the presence of God. 
 
 CARLETON ELDREDGE NOYES, '95. 
 
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 IN thy temple, dear Mother, our last song we 
 raise 
 
 Of honor and praise to thy name, 
 Who hast given us our armor, and girded us well, 
 
 For life's struggle for glory and fame. 
 And sadly we leave this dear home of our souls, 
 
 Where truth's banner stands ever unfurled, 
 Where on altars of faith burns the incense of hopt 
 
 That shall cheer and inspire the world. 
 
 Yet e'er to thy shrines we in spirit may turn, 
 
 Though far from thy temple we roam, 
 For thy sympathy wide as the world spreads 
 abroad, 
 
 And in every land findeth a home. 
 Where'er truth is worshipped and error despised, 
 
 Where'er freedom lifts her fair brow, 
 Where'er passion is scorned, and the spirit obeyed, 
 
 There ever, dear Harvard, art thou. 
 
 GEORGE HENRY CHASE, '96.
 
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 L-/OVING Mother, the spell of thy beauty this 
 day 
 
 Hath the souls of thy children bound fast ; 
 Thy glory serene spreadeth sunshine and joy 
 
 O'er this festival, dearest and last 
 Yet sudden and still as the passing of clouds 
 
 Come swift shadows that deepen and grow, 
 When, thy sweet lips a-tremble, thy cheeks wet 
 with tears, 
 
 Thy last blessing thou giv'st, ere we go. 
 
 Yet linger we would not : thy lesson is learned ; 
 
 'T is time not to dream, but to do ! 
 Like our pale hero-brothers, to smite down the 
 wrong, 
 
 And to thee, fairest Mother, be true. 
 Farewell ! yet we know that thine eyes follow far 
 
 Over battle-slope dim and dark sea ; 
 Thy blessing hath armed us, the toil and the pain 
 
 To bear bravely, for God and for thee. 
 
 JAMES EDGAR GREGG, '97.
 
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 W E have slept till the morn in thy chambers 
 
 of peace, 
 
 (And the dream was the vision of youth !) 
 At the dawn of the day we arise and go forth 
 
 In the armor and shield of the Truth. 
 By the Beautiful Gate, ere the shadowy vale 
 
 Shall receive us, we bow down the knee, 
 And we lift in the light of the morning our hymn 
 To the glory, fair Harvard, of thee ! 
 
 In the wilderness born, through the wilderness 
 still 
 
 Thou preparest the way of the Lord, 
 Till the nations are one in the sound of a Name 
 
 And the ploughshare supplanteth the sword ; 
 Till, crowned with the crown of the victory won, 
 
 Thou shalt hearken, o'er land and o'er sea, 
 The song of thanksgiving at eventide raised 
 
 To the glory of God and of Thee ! 
 
 FULLERTON LEONARD WALDO, '98.
 
 Index of Authors
 
 Index of Authors 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Barry, J. D., '88 45 
 
 Bates, Herbert, '90 . . . 34, 42, 55, 81, 129, 135 
 
 Blodgett, Chauncey H., '92 43 
 
 Boynton, J. H., '90 99 
 
 Brackett, S. C, '91 37, 75, 137 
 
 Brice, J. F., '99 no, 119 
 
 Brooks, Bartlett, 1900 106 
 
 Buck, Sever B., '98 65 
 
 Carney, M. F., '96 100 
 
 Chamberlain, H. H., Jr., '95 107 
 
 Champney, E. Frere, '96 125 
 
 Chase, George Henry, '96 146 
 
 Cleveland, Treadwell, Jr., '96 92 
 
 Corbin, John R., '92 38, 91, 105 
 
 Dodge, Robert Elkin Neil, '89 133 
 
 Dudley, E. L., 1900 120 
 
 Duffield, Samuel Pitts, '92 139 
 
 Dunn, Robert Steed, '98 13 
 
 Eddy, Henry B., '94 97 
 
 Edgett, Edwin Francis, '94 1 1 6 
 
 Fuller, Robert Higginson, '88 79
 
 152 Index of Authors 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Furness, H. H., Jr., '88 73 
 
 Goetz, Philip Becker, '93 108, 123 
 
 Greene, Henry Copley, '94 143 
 
 Gregg, James Edgar, '97 147 
 
 Griffin, B. F., '99 . 22 
 
 Griswold, George, 2d, '93 32 
 
 Harper, Charles S., Sp 70 
 
 Hersey, Frank W. C., '99 24,36,52 
 
 Holland, Rupert S., 1900 67 
 
 Holt, Harrison J., '98 26, 74 
 
 How, Louis, '95 80 
 
 Hunneman, C., '89 57 
 
 Hutchinson, Eberly, '95 77 
 
 Hutchison, Percy Adams, '99 . . . . 1 6, 33, 47 
 
 Kauffman, Reginald Wright, Sp 127 
 
 Knoblauch, Edward G., '96 46 
 
 Knowles, Frederic Lawrence, '96 27 
 
 Lapsley, Gaillard Thomas, '93 71 
 
 Leahy, William A., '88 39 
 
 Littlefield, Walter, Sp 115 
 
 Loines, Russell Hilliard, Sp 14 
 
 Mack, John, Jr., '95 102 
 
 MacKaye, Percy Wallace, '97 109 
 
 Macy, John Albert, '99 . . . .15, 48, 103, 122 
 
 McCulloch, Hugh, Jr., '91 19 
 
 Muzzey, David Saville, '93 141
 
 Index of Authors 153 
 
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 Noyes, Carleton Eldredge, '95 145 
 
 Philbrook, George, '94 66 
 
 Robinson, E. A., Sp 1 1 1 
 
 Sanford, H. S., '88 . 61 
 
 Savage, P. H., '93 59,85,96,124 
 
 Sempers, Charles T., '88 17,62 
 
 Shaw, Percy Louis, '97 . . . . 29, 49, 83, 87, 113 
 
 Stevens, W., Sp 28 
 
 Stickney, Joseph Trumbull, '95 93 
 
 Tassin, Algernon, '92 90, 117 
 
 Utter, Robert Palfrey, '98 44, 53, 68, 86 
 
 Waldo, Fullerton L., '98 21, 148 
 
 Weeks, Raymond L., '90 51 
 
 C. H. M 18 
 
 Anonymous 112, 126