Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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LITERARY SOCIETY OFFICERS

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©be to nDi88 flDar Julia Balbwin. O stately Muse! from thy celestial place, Who, in the ancient days, Didst lend to mortals grace To compass life with song : to praise Deeds which o ' ermaster fate, Which make men great. And sanctify the race! To thee, in love with beauty, lo ! we come ! Not to the tumult of the rolling drum, Nor to the stirring music of the mart. Nor to the ancient Orphic melody, From high Olympus sprung. But to the beating of the human heart, Be this, our measure, sung. O, woman with the crowned brow, What chaplet shall thou wear? Shall we From our low earthly shrine, Bring ivy, or the laurel-tree For brow of thine? For other laurels wearest thou Than those we twine. Star-life ! The shadows gather round, And we in semi-darkness bound. Look for some ray Which in the night ' s abyss profound Foretells the day. Thy life is as an augury Of the divine. Serene Christ-kingdom, which shall be Bright with such stars as thine ! God comes — we know not when, nor how — Nor what faint flush Shall blush across the morning ' s brow — What matin hush Shall prelude the strange melody Of angels ' choral symphony. 15