Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 olljfr nf CSr n FL (A Ballad.) A stately hall was Heorot, Built by good King Hrothgar ; This noble mead-hall often held The brave from lands afar. And there, with many bumpers rare, They toasted heroes bold; And paid their court to ladies fair. As mighty deeds were told. To Heorot, the hall of fame. In reign of good Hrothgar, Old Grehdel came, fierce son of Cain, Who dwelt from men afar. The troll in his nocturnal raids. Was wont to prey on men; And many brave and goodly Thanes Were dragged down to his den. The monster prowled on them at will; And all were powerless To meet this fiend of hell, who wrought So much unhappiness;

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20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL also by being too late to buy the shares of the copper com- pany. If I had been in time I and my associates, even the self-confident Brice, would not only have lost all the money we had put into the venture, but the prospect of a jail sen- tence v ould now be staring us all in the face. How grateful they ought to be to me and how grateful, in turn, ought I to be to a merciful God, who had placed the poor widow in my path and had given me the grace to act upon my better im- pulses and relieve her distress. How great a reward came, thought I, from those ten minutes employed in performing a charitable deed. R. F. O’Leary, H. S., ’12. Dear Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven above ! Earth’s lowly children, prostrate at your feet. Are offering prayers unworthy, yet full sweet. Resplendent with the burning fire of love ! Most loving Mother, Heaven’s purest Dove, Oh may we in His holy Kingdom meet ; Then you will love us truly, and will greet Hearts as happy as their love for you they prove. Each prayer, a rose, I lay upon your shrine. Resembling earth’s most pure and lovely flower May all your children in your radiance shine. Attending at sweet Virtue’s lowliest bower! Remember me, my Mother ! Maid divine ! Yet even now, and in Death’s fearful hour. Clarence G. O wings, ’15.

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22 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Till Beowulf, a valiant man Who dwelt across the sea, To Heorot, in Jutland, came. The hall and realm to free. “I, Beowulf,’ he cried, “will drive This beast from out the land ; But let no man be in the hall. Except my daring band.” When night came on and darkness reigned; Th’ undaunted heroes bold All slept in Heorot, in scorn Of deeds of Grendel told. At dead of night on them he sprang To snatch a man so free ; And like a whirlpool, swift he gulped Him down in fiendish glee. Up sprang the hero. Then at once They grappled lustily. The monster soon perceived his foe Was mightier than he. Resounded far the battle din. They fought like men of yore. But Beowulf the victory won O’er him out on the moor. Then fainter grew his beastly heart, And he were fain to fly, A vise-like grip restrained him, Who feared so much to die.