Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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Curtain-Raiser MR. YEATS Central, just call up the Muse; Terpsichore. If you plsase. I feel the spring-time In my blood; I bud with the budding tree ; 1 skip in the tango of the lambs: The wood-dove mourns in me; 1 wot 'tis time to bloom in rhyme;— King up Terpsichores! CENTRAL Line' busy. MR. YEATS Central, what the---! You ought To know the poet's mood Can't wait on ordinary things. Itut claims more latitude. You give my soul a tragic turn; I'll sing deeds dread and dree, Of lumshpcs. biers and buccaneers;— King up Melpomenee! CENTRAL Line's busy. MR. YEATS Now by the gods of Rallyblood! The shad ' of Brian Boru! Who with the Muses' office force Can have so much to do? The printers all for copy call. The critics wait for me; Take one more chnncc with circumstance;— Ring up Calliopes! CENTRAL Line's busy! The Muses must fail ye; They're at work on the Kenyon Reveille! —K. T. L. a

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Old Kenyon, Mother Dear Old Kenyon. Mother dear. We come to hail thee here. Old eon» of thine. We come with reverent feet Thy aarrvd hall» to greet. The dear, dear friend» to meet Of auld lang ayne. Dear Mother, at thy knee. Might loyal children we Bow a» of yore. Accept the »ong» we »tng. Tru»t the true heart» we bring, Under thy »heltering wing Take ua once more. Ah! while we lowly bow Here clone be»ide thee now, Hark ! the obi Hell! Obi form» before u» rl»e. Old mem’rle» (III our eye». Fond fancy, nobbing, trie» Old tale» to tell. Ye»! Ye»! we know them well. Tho»e hour» the deep toned bell Pealed awlft away; Ye»! Ye»! we know them yet. Form» we «hall ne'er forget. Face» that we once met. Mi»»ed here today. l ong a» our life ahall la»t. Thought» of that burled pa»t Shall dearer grow. Far pilgrim» though we ! e, Our heart» ahall cling to thre. Our live» look back to »ec That long ago. With thre our wiahea dwell. For thee our love we’ll tell With voice and pen; And wtill our prayer» we'll pray, G xl keep thee every way. And all thy »on» ahall any Amen! Amen! Take then the aonga we alng. Truat the true heart» we bring. True aa of yore, find bleaa ami keep thee here. God bleaa thee year by year. God bleaa thee. Mother dear. Now — evermore. ft

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