University of Colorado - Coloradan Yearbook (Boulder, CO)

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419132 tu nlurahn QWTQ ET Fancy but idly your footsteps once guide 2 Past the time-hallowed scenes so familiar by day E 93 Ah, stray in the moonlight and whate,er betide, fu? Your soul's deepest love-inspired impulse obey. Then follow my thought as I stroll past the scenes Of light joys, care-free hours-and of bitterest tears. The sweet recollections that memory gleans Will make precious this hour to the futureis slow years. . In my solitude's bliss, to each view that appears As I walk in abandon of joy-sadness-blest- Each glimpse of the campus still deeper endears To my heart the sweet home where my soul found its rest. The moon o'er the lalce paves a path for the soul To the Hower-decked dells of Dame Fancy's abodeg And gently the mind touches lVlemory's scroll, And traces its way through that unwritten code. The breeze sadly sighs through the turrets of Main, Regret and vague fear to my heart it now brings, For some day will cease, to be heard ne'er again, The bell which by day now each hour gladly rings. Regrets numb my braing that the days of the past, When fondly I told each victorious peal, Shall endg recollections too frail e'en to last Will be all that I have to make the old Main Bell real. t 9

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Too real after death, for awhile, is the form Of the thing we have loved-but decay, ah, how fast- For awhile thoughts enduring in myriads swarm- Then oblivion takes what's to memory cast. The future's bright dawn tolls the passing of Main g New chimes knell the night of the harmonized thrill Of the heart to the Bell. Will there always remain The spirit of old, when that voice becomes still? V f In the silvery light l-lale majestically stands, The hrst of the new era, linked to the old- Where the Laws and the Engineers, meeting in bands, Have striven for honors and mastery bold. Soon hushed will be conflict. Forgotten the fray. Now specialization is claiming its own. Unmolested the Freshman will plod on his way, To harvest pure lore on old battlefield sown. We must leave recollections. Now pass by the Dorm, From whose windows so blightly the student lights gleam l-low hard they all study -Yes, study's main form Is in festal conclave-things are not what they seem! Full many a game has been battled again In the rooms of the Dorm in the twilight's dull glow: And many defeats have accrued two-fold pain, When dealt in its chambers the skeptic's vain blow. Ah, Woodbury Hall, in my heart is a place Endeared by my hours in your halls idlyispentg For the births of my fancy, in your cold embrace Have glowed with a charm by the environment lent. I0