Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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Soon as our hero loosed the chain, And from the port made way, Then, all at once, the strife began, And there was much to pay. A verdant tinge was on the boat. In vain she cast it off. And ninety-six, with lofty pride. Did at her laugh and scoff. But ninety-seven holds her wa} ' , Nor trembles in her beams ; A steamer she. with well tried power. And stronger than she seems. As further out her course she kept, The verdure disappeared ; The violet and white then waved, Not one thing that she feared. A year it took to leave the port Entirely out of sight. But it was done, and then again She pressed on with her might. The sailing then was easier ; The gold and white had gone ; Behind her now a large green boat Was appearing in the dawn. A long, gaunt boat, with sailors few. Their sinews weak and torn, Class poem, 1Hlnct =Scvcn Ccntnulc

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N. J:: Class Ipocin, 1Rinet Seven -- y ki ' . Si Three years ago ' twas ninety-three, How well do we remember ! A boat went bravely out to sea, ' Twas in the bright September. The harbor left was bright and green. Its verdure shadows cast, Reflected greeu was on the wings Of birds e ' en flitting past. The sea was B. U. ' s college course, All wide and deep, profound, And on it ' s bosom three fine boats. For graduation bound. All tliree the boats were handsome built, And each one was well manned; Each had a flag of brightest hues, High by the breezes fanned. The nearest shore had white and gold, Wide wa ' ing in the breeze, She looked behind with such agaze, She thought ' twould surelv freeze.

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Class t ocm, IRiiictv-Scvcn Conlm ic? X In her it nothing caused of fear, A picture quite forlorn. But few times through the year (hil Ihcy From her attention need. A flat with her did they dispute, But found her in the lead. For she was strong and full of force, They knew as well as she ; And, wisely, chose the whole year Ihroujrli, Not too near her to be. The waves were rough, at times, about And gales did wildly blow. But safely rode she over all. Her sailors were not slow. And now the third year ' s nearly o ' er; She ' s riding on the bay Where all a still and peaceful cahn, And none hath aught to say. In one more year slie ' ll reach the port, The months go hy apace. But now she sails the quiet bay. Admiretl for her grace. Poi-;T