Drexel University College of Medicine - Medic Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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CLASS CF192 1 29 LINES TO THE UPPER JAW Breathes there a man with mind so dazed, VVho on this upper jaw hath gazed, And cannot tell with half a look That here we have a nasal hook? A fossa here, its name canine, That here we have a nasal spine? That here are holes, in number eight, Widi which the teeth articulate? Below this edge, called orbital, The infraorbital canal, And now within, seen through a cloor, We have the antrum of Highmore. The palate process here is shown, Behind which is the palate bone, While in the outer wall is tucked A channel for the nasal duct. Breathes there a man with mincl so dazed, Who on this upper jaw hath gazed, And cannot tell these points at once? Why! such a man must be a dunce. HERBERT L. NORTHROP, IVLD. LINES TO A HUMAN SKELETON Behold this ruin! 'twas a skull Once of ethereal spirit full. This narrow cell was life's retreat, This s ace was thou ht's m sterious seat. P g Y What beauteous visions filled this spot! What dreams of pleasure long forgot! Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear Has left one trace of record here. Within this hollow cavern hung The ready, swift and tuneful tongue. If falsehood's honey it disdained, And when it could not praise, was chained, If bold in virtue's cause it spoke, Yet gentle concord never broke: That silent tongue shall plead for thee When time unveils eternity. Say, did these fingers delve the mine, Or, with its envied rubies shine? To hew the rock, or wear the grin Can nothing now avail to them. But if the page of Truth they sought, And comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer mead shall claim Than all that waits on wealth and fame. Beneath this mouldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye. But start not at the dismal void- If social love that eye employed, If with no lawless fire it gleamed, But through the dews of kindness bea m That eye shall be forever bright When sun and moon have lost their light. Avails it, whether bare, or shod, These feet the paths of duty trod? If from the bowers of ease they fled To seek affliction's humble shed: If grandeur's guilty bribe they spurned And home to virtue's cot returned- These feet with angel wings shall vie, And tread the palace of the sky. ANONYMOUS. ed