St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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oy or grief--which? 'l l l l l I l l l l' Let me recline Just here in the shade of this old poplar tree 5 Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see The students of St. John's, and where I may hear Their joyful songs, with their cheer after cheer : ' Let me recline. O, it is grand ! The spring breeze blows over 3 the warm sun looks down On student and Prof. as they wander around, Smiling with pleasure of having foun-d rest I For the much-muddled brain, and the heart-throbbing breast. O, it is grand l As June comes on Our spirits wax high. Think how soon we'll be home l After each happy thought more wretched ones come, Whispering exams and two seventy-five, With warning to study if we would survive, As June comes on. Weary and faint We go to the room where the exams are held 3 And come out Cif we've passedj with our heads greatly swell'd But those not so lucky, who sank 'neath the tide, Come out with slow steps, and their heads to one side, N Weary and faint. 179

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Tanfo major famae sifus es! quam Vz'rfafz1s, Quis enim fvirfafem amplecfifur ipsam Praemia si Iollas. ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Semifa cerfe Tranquillae per 'virfufem pate! :mica fvlfae. Pkikikikllfilflfifvlf 'le So much the raging thirst of Fame exceeds The generous warmth which prompts to worthy deeds, That none confess fair virtuels generous power, Or woo her to their breasts without a dower. ' Here bound at length thy wishes 3 I but teach What blessing man, by his own power, may reach. The path 'to peace is virtue. The endless ti-de of years rolls on -away, And leaves behind its transient, passing spray. Beneath the genial moisture of its dew Kingdoms and empires into being grew, And sawey the world : each day beholds them fall Into decay's embrace and ruin's thrall. They rise and pass away : mankind, the surge 'Neath which they sink and fromuwhich they emerge, Today reveals them clothed in wealth and power 3 Tomorrow gone l destroyed within an hour. Where, where art thou, Athena, 'neath whose rod Nations have trembled as before a god P Alas l thou scarce canst boast of being free, And nations scorn thee who have bent the knee Before thy power, and decay now plays Amid the glories he cannot erase. 181