Grinnell College - Cyclone Yearbook (Grinnell, IA)

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EZ all LD Books, the silent Chroniclers QU t atal Of all that men have thought and done, Our Fathers' simple faith, or creeds fhe Old Philosophers have spun g ihrough their dim pages, vvarmly breathes The ardour of the battle's heat, fhe glory of its victories, fhe hopeless sorrovv of defeat, And in the vvorn lines thrill once more fhose hero hearts that warmly beat. Plain, simple, yet rich treasure troves Cf Poets' golden thoughts and dreams, OF hopes that shine for all men's eyes, Far off, compelling, magic gleams. From their old vvisdom, too, vve learn Our vvorli, as glorious novv as then, Their pages open up to us The vvorld and all its need of men.

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At the Glulnniul 162111 l tell you I should like to be A mediaeval clame, And really know the courtesy A gallant knight would pay to me! For once, how nice 'twoulcl be to hear A fervid tongue proclaim My beauty and my name In syllables all sweet and clear, Made sweeter by his flame! For once in corners shady With all the zest you can, Be all a high-born lady Served by a high-horn man! To-night I shall! l needs must look The very best I can. How quaint this gown! The ballad-book Described it hanging on a hook. My hair is lovely and my patch Redeems my eyesg this fan Should win a noble man, And so it shall if l can match My beauty to my plan. Alas, the lights are shady, For act it all you can, Each IS a lonely lady Served by a lady man! There never was so gay a place That I have been to yet! What beauty here of form and face,- I never saw such gowns and grace In any gallant atmosphere! Now he has joined the set To dance the minuet! Will he fhe called me Ulady dearuj Remember, or forget? Why droop her eyelids shady- Foiled, you think, is her plan? Oh nog she has been a lady But has not seen a man!