Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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Vice President Levi H. Burnett, ’96...................................Pittsburgh Secretary and Treasurer Charles C. Hammond, ’03.........Columbia Nat’l Bank, Pittsburgh The Association of Toledo President The Rev. Robert L. Harris, ’96, A.B. ’99, Bex., T3, A.M. Toledo Secretary The Rev. Louis E. Daniels, ’02, Bex........................Toledo Treasurer J. C. Lockwood, ’04....................212 Gardner Bldg., Toledo The Association of Philadelphia President The Rev. Charles H. Arndt, ’89.................Germantown, Pa. Vice President William Budd Bodine, Jr., ’90........................Philadelphia Secretary and Treasurer Matthew F. Maury, ’04............900 Landtitle Bldg., Philadelphia The Association of Washington, D. C. President The Hon. Matthew Trimble, ’60..................Washington, D. C. Secretary and Treasurer The Rev. J. J. Dimon, ’98......1736 Q Street, N. W., Wash., D. C. The Association of Puget Sound President C. Holman Dun, ’09........................................Seattle Vice President Harold E. Langdon, ’04....................................Edmonds Secretary Wilbur L. Cummings, ’02..........................Hoge Bldg., Seattle Treasurer Seattle 21 Raymond C. Gillette, ’ll

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Ode to A Pipe Thou fragrant urn of thought and calm delight, Thou magic bowl of dreams and revery, What hold Prometheus stole thee from what height Where gods devise their joys, and smuggled thee Down, down to chilly shores where luckless men Chipped hostile arrow-heads, or huddled mute Round sad and sullen fires? Ah! what a wonder wast thou to them when They felt thy spell first make the stubborn brute In them grow tame to new and strange desires? Thy wreathing smoke in pliant motion weaves A kinder world for men’s inhabiting; Beneath the forest’s interlacing leaves The friendly wigwams gather in a ring; The one straight smoke-tree of a council-fire Mounts up to branch and leaf against the green. Around which never cease, Like spirit-vines, thy thin wreathes to aspire Toward heaven, and fill with calm the earth between - As solemn sachems smoke the pipe of peace. Time hath no grip on thee, immortal cup! The past thou boldest for the aged eyes; And all the future’s worlds thou openest up To fervid youth, and all the future’s skies. Through thee Philosophy doth climb new stairs To chambers of new thought; and by thine art Mysterious perfume Doth carry solace through dim caves of cares, And oft hath comforted the anxious heart Of lovers waiting in the garden gloom. Thine incense hangs upon the troubled air. And eddies to and fro the leafage through. Until it curls around a vortex where Something unseen doth strive to come to view. Thy floating filaments it subtly twists With threads of memory and hopes and fears Of Love’s imagined grace; And lo! at last it issues through the mists, And clear amid the rings of smoke appears The white ghost-flower of a longed-for face! Too bold, too bold! thou wast not made for this, Raising a tumult which thou shouldst assuage! The form thou shapest much too fragile is To sail a sea where winds of chance engage! Too bold! too bold! the vision floats away On swifter currents than the heart supposes. And doth it smile—or pout? As unseen cataracts reach for it—play With it—have driven it on reefs of roses— Did it pout—or smile? My pipe’s gone out! O. E. W. 2 a