Hampden Sydney College - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hampden Sydney, VA)

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BELLES OF SOUTHERN CITIES

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ZIbor'9 Jfarewell. Black is the sky to-night Save where the Northern light, Streaming' o'er yonder height, Stabs through the darkness, And the loud surges roar Round yonder rock-bound shore, Driven the wind before. Striving like Jotuns. I. lord of Miolner, Thrice-mighty king of war, I. Thor. the nammerer, Chiefest of warriors, Thus. while the waters shock 0'er this half-riven rock, Wait for the Ragnarok, For the God's twilight. Here in the dawn of Time Strove we with Jotunheim, Wrested the Northern clime From its dread lnastersg llere. where the lowering skiei Flash like a Yalkyr's eyes, Built we our paradise, Asgard. the lofty. Then. trembling through the air. Fame the first words of prayer Asking' the strength to dare Death at the sword pointg Oft in the coming years Loud crashed the splintering spears, Blood mixed with women's tears Streamed on my altar. Oft in the roaring tight Helped I the hero's might, Guiding his stroke aright 'l'hmug'h the strong armor. And in the lofty hall Rang like a trumpet's call, Skoal to the Northland. all, 'l'ho1 s hand is with Now all our life is past. Doom comes on us at, last, Sounds on the winter's blast Feurir's deep bayingg Not e'en the bright stars shine 0'er t.he dark gulf of time, And all our godlike line Passes forever. I4

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1lt is mot Ellwage YIDHQ. lhpologies to 'I.ongfellow.1 The ground is mud,-the sky is lead, The draggled sparrows loud complain, And still the Weather clerk, 't is said, Continues prophesying rain. So chill the biting blast that blows And chaps our skins as rough as leatherg We 're looking out for winter snows Or any old inclement weather. All things are dear,-that cough. that sneeze. Are symptoms which too well denote A case of grippe, and hang it! these Are moths in last spring's overcoat! Mortal, that read'st this simple rhyme, Do not despair, spring can not stay, Anticipate a. happier time, For oh! it is not always May. Do not despair, and now in sooth Above all else this precept note- Or Time will teach thee soon the truth- Pack moth balls with that overcoat. Go a 1Rose. You nestled in her hair to-night. Half smothered in the misty light That, crowned her head, and like a queen On golden dais. through the sheen You nodded to me from your height. With reverent hand I set aright. One straying bit. of crumpled white. For half my sins you may redeem, You nestled there. You saw the mingled dark and bright Of half-drooped eyes, the feigned flight- Sueh blushes gentle maids become- And then she gave me you, I deem I knew my answer-well I might, You nestled there. 16