Augusta Military Academy - Recall Yearbook (Fort Defiance, VA)

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An Old Sweetheart of Mine (With apologies to J. W. R.) An Old Sweetheart of Mine! Is this her presence here with me, Or but a vain creation Of an editor’s apology? A fair illusive vision That would vanish into air, Dared I even touch the silence With a whisper of a prayer? Nay, let me then believe it, Tis the blended white and blue Of my dear old alma mater, She, the faithful, tried and true— The cover of the RECALL, Nineteen ’Leven, ’tis, I see, A. M. A.’s first annual, With its memories of thee. The gaslight seems to glimmer With a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me Of the dazzle in my eyes; And the old days come back to me, (How my heartstrings ’round them twine) When I greet this little token Of that Old Sweetheart of Mine! And I light my pipe in silence Save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco, And to vanish with its smoke; Then I dream the old days over, ’Tis .a luxury divine, When my truant fancies wander With that Old Swetheart of Mine! A football game all glorious, With its many brilliant plays That were made for old Augusta For the blessing of the praise ; And coming from Major Roller, It soothed well our aching wits That oft’ were just recovering From hard bench recitation fits. Thirteen

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With eyes half closed I wander on In this pipe dream so fair, To ‘‘ealies,’’ ‘‘hops,’’ and ‘‘ bugle calls,’’ That made things so lively there. And I find an extra flavor In memory’s mellow wine That makes me drink the deeper To that Old Sweetheart of Mine! But now my peace is broken By books that near me lie— When I glance upon their pages, All my truant fancies fly! And again I’m back to ‘‘earth’’ With law, ‘‘mortgagor’’ and ‘‘ mortgagee, ”’ Latin phrases, hidden meanings, ‘¢Grantee,’’ ‘‘grantor,’’ and ‘‘surety.’’ And O’ how such dope chills me, Clamors for my life-blood red, Throb and pulse within my being, | Wear my body, and tire my head! So I turn the leaves of fancy; Rest my tired heart and mind, With a love-dream, just a pipe-dream Of that Old Sweetheart of Mine! O’ dear old A. M. A., live on, Guide me, as in dreams, all the time; Like a soft insistent spirit, Link thy being into mine; With thy blue that stands for truth, Help me ever thus to be— True to all that’s good and noble, Living up to thoughts of thee. Let the purity of my purpose, And the manhood that I prize, Be a tribute to thy white, Be full worthy in thine eyes. And if fame and glory meet me, All of it I shall resign To thy tender care, Augusta, Thou Old Sweetheart of Mine! Dedicated to an alumnus, ’11. | By Mary B. Edwards. Fourteen