Vanderbilt University - Commodore Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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20 Freshman Class (?oem. O -w' ( hero's deeds of olden tinu . I Nor tale el love would We port my, V v Hut ours (lie task, in rust it rlmne, To frame the Freshman's lowly lay. Thy aid, great muse, wilt thou bestow On him who now invokes thy name. And bill, in niagie numbers, How The Freshman’s mighty deoils of lame? Tell what good or ill hath been ‘Their lot all through this trying year; Recall to memory once again Haeh jov or care, each hope or fear. They came with fondest hopes imbued. nd visions bright before them shone Of Howei v paths with honors strewed, And glorious laurels to be won. How soon. alas, enchanting spell. You tied like a beautiful dream. Illusion fond, foiv’er farewell. In sooth, ‘’things are not what they seem. Those paths no velvet sward has lined. Nor Flora’s gifts appeared to grace. A ml-they who once for honors pined Now deem it but an idle chase. Yet it hath led by murm’ring Hrooke’s. And strange it seems we should complain : Hut w hat is fair in outward looks f life oft proves the bitter Hain.

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 ing houses, and, for the enlightenment of the general public, which is not sup- posed to know much about such matters, it nia he here stated that this is selected so as not to draw the student's attention from the ctherial pleasures of the mind to the more substantial ones of the table, and thus at the same time to economize both the landladies' cash and the time that the student would otherwise lose at his meals, the latter being of course tin most important consideration—indeed, we only mention the first out of the desire to be exact: what, with all these advantages over the enemy, I say, cun we fail to have a most glorious victory ? We leave the answer of this |iiestion to the reader, knowing that he is too intelligent Jo answer in the negative: but should he feel the slightest doubt as t•» O “ c tin result of the fray, we would just ask him to keep his eve upon us, for truly it has been said that seeing is believing.

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 To wanderer’s eye Him next appear The sccih'S of nation's rise and tall; Vnd dol'rous accents greet his ear, Next forty pages, that is all.’’ He leaves behind that classic soil. Laments no more o’er man's decay. Nor yet may find surcease of toil. O’er tangled Oreek roots lies his way. Thence winds his course mid lonely glades. And chilling fears come o'er him: To haunt his road appear the shades Of Latin authors, dark and grim. At length a vale mini s into view. With horrors tilled and darkness dire, K’en phantoms here dare not pursue. And in their fear forgot their ire There lahyrinthian mazes wind. Of tangents, curves and ellipses; Instructing cure pervades the mind. And light of other joy eclipses. Kmerging slow, lie sees his goal. The end of all his trials sore : Its sunshine warms his very soul. That longed-for height of Sophomore.