Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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Hs Q l s 're 1 g f, my etefmpi - K X -X --- - 4- v M M--Q- - t- - -- -- . - ,glltm-v11 'l For her the other knights will tourney long, Chifualric ntount their steeds and battle hard Lest any foreign knight of faith delayed dud hope confused and 'vigor undermined, Should triumph and should dare to harm The shores they hope to sail unto themselfues, Their Riwoli, the blessed isle they love. :nf Pk :sf Pk we :sf use These modern knights, these Wesleyan girls who wear The golden shield that graced King .flrthur's friends, Haz'e losee and faith and reverence for their king, The spirit of their loved, historic school, But they would not send their king away Alone to sail to fair dfuilion. They banish war, which did for .f1rthur's knights And hail not one but many barges sailed By stately queens in robes of purest white, With music which the coming dawn proclaims, And joy to all upon the blessed isles. bn: :ef x Pk wk :nf sf Then haste the day when Arthur's modern knights Shall take their king triumphant o'er the seas Of new adventure, forthwith to a place Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Impediments to the progress of their clan, A lofuely place, called Rifuoli by man, But known to all of gallant knightly span As the island-valley of zifuilionf' ISABELLA DBAs HARRIS. X ii ' X' C' 5 s-,..s ,, ,Ln Zwqwh , , -L Y ,, Jfjigazaumngggzx' , V , , ,f 1315

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9 4 :Q cf yy Y? eterrupt t, 7 N exe, - --,,--.-- - vll ill. - i 41 - it Uhr Blemish Zlzle CDediCated to Mr. N. B. Duke, in appreciation of his generosity in helping to make possible a Greater Wesleyfanl . . To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly: but it lies Deep-meadow'cl, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows croWn'd with summer sea. . . -Tennyson, Idylls of the Kll1g.,, In days of old King drthur, head of all The mystic, wondrous order of the Table Round, Was wounded sore and borne by Bediwere Upon the barge of three black-mantled queens With crowns of gold, thence carried in their ship Alcross the far-off deep to blessed isles, Unknown by man and knight but thought a place Enchanted, whence at last King Arthur will Return unto his own. So say the bards. Alnd in their ancient faith they hold steadfastl At time of need their king will come at last. ff ek :rf :if be we :sf But in this modern order of the day, Where knights are lVesleyan girls and where the king Is but the spirit of their honored group, Afvilion, the blessed isle, is not The place they send their chief with mourning wail But rather is the spot they hope for all To know and lofve and dwell therein for aye. J For Rifuoli is not a thing apart. The knights of all the order love it well. For her the Launcelots will wield their swords Of energy and daunlless mind and soul. The Galahads will seek their I-loly Grail Of love and hope and faith and purpose high. fr'qhfF-3 T ' TWD ij: -- ' li I '-Q 7'-2.-.-. , . -L . f'3E -, , ..- .11 1303

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