Fredericksburg College - Quips and Quibbles Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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QUIPS AND QUIBBLES Page 85 Dreaming I sit and gaze in the fire, In the depths of its ruddy glow, And like the flickering shadows Strange fancies come and go, ’Till there rises up from the embers A spirit in flame all bright, Which seems to hover near me And dazzles me with its light. And again I look about me And the walls have faded away, And I am left with the spirit In a maze of mystic gray. But while I yet am gazing There comes a rift in the gloom, A glory shines around me, And the scent of flowers in bloom Is wafted o’er the plains That stretch so far away, That they seem to have no bounds Save the wall of mystic gray. But the spirit goes before me, And beckons me with his hand, And I must follow after— Obey his least command. And now w T e reach a hill top, And I look on the plain below All alive with thousands of mortals Ever hastening to and fro, As if some lost thing searching. Then I turned me to my guide, My face with wonder glowing; Then spake he thus, and sighed— “This throng that wanders up and down With eager searching glances, Are mortals who in youth, Neglected all the chances That came in varied forms; Now ’tis their awful doom To wander through this valley O’ershadowed each mind with gloom, So that they see no beauty, And know one thing alone— The opportunities let pass, The things they should have done.” The spirit fails to speak— My vision fades away— And I start up from my chair Resolved henceforth each day I shall attempt to grasp Each chance of doing good, To hear on the Great Day “She hath done what e’er she could.” S. T. L., ’02.

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Pag e 84 QUIPS AND QUIBBLES A Fable of College Life Fellow! But why think of the Impossible—there were no Other-there were only Two Flies in the Honey. Just then a note of the Gushing kind was brought to him with the Consoling news that, though Dreadfully sorry, she had Just made a Date with the Other fellow. And the Other Fellow Kindly Dropped in to Tell him about it. Well, a quarter wasn’t so Many, and he never allowed the Money question to bother him, But-. The Banquet night came, the Madding crowd came; Rations and Fun were there in Plain Sight, so were She and the Other Fellow, but Bobbie—where was Bobbie? C. H. M., ’02. TO ALICE Dear little girl with dreamy eyes A deeper blue than summer skies, I love thee more than any one Was ever loved beneath the sun. If I could only tell mv love, My constancy to thee could prove, And could but know if you love me, Of mortals I’d the happiest be. But words, my darling, fail to tell The love that you must know so well, So give to me thy trusting heart And say that we need never part.

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Page 86 QUIPS AND QUIBBLES ■ MY LOVE You ask me to think of you sometimes When you have gone far away, And we are no longer children, And life has more work and less play. You beg me as onward I journey In the rugged pathway of life, When there comes an hour of gladness, A pause in the battle’s strife, That backward I memory turn To the happy hours spent with thee, Long years ago together, From cares and sorrows free. But dear heart, you know not, As you made this request of me, The depth of love that’s in my heart, And my endless thinking of thee. If you had asked, my darling, To try not to think often of you, Then would you have demanded A thing I could not do. For ever of you I am thinking With a love none ever can know, For it is far greater, my dearest Than was ever high Heaven below. S. T. L., ’02