St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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3 .93allacL-'- f7lze 811' .76'ng. . lTram'Iated from the German of Goethe.1 'lvl'-! l'+-!' I. HO rides so late through night and wild ? It is a father with his child 3 He holds the boy safe on his arm 3 He has him close, he keeps him warm. II. My son, why hidest thou your face ? Seest thou, father, not th' Elf King's grace ? The Elf King, with his crown and train ? - My son, 'tis but a cloud of rain. - H - III. Thou, dearest child, come. Go with me I Full pretty games I'll play with thee 3 Myriad gay birds are on the strand, Myriad garments in Fairy land. IV. Father ! Father l O, do you hear ? The Elf King whispers in my ear. - Darling, be peaceful 5 be at ease, 'Tis the wind rustling the dry leaves. 185 H

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.95a.sr. fl-'! l-! l l l-'l'++ I. ERE'S to the days that are past and gone Forever and forever l From the voiceless harp no more a tone My careless hand shall sever. With lifeless dust let the silent urn Of the past be filled, where no passions burn. For the days that are gone can never return. Never I Never l Never l II. What are the frowns of those who hate P We'll never let them grieve us. Asa cloud blown on by the breath of fate, They pass away and leave us. And why should we mourn, though the unseen powers Have scattered thorns o'er the passing hours, If we feel that the next will be strewn with flowers And hopes that will not deceive us P III. The smiles of loved ones, what are they ? They can alone remind us That soon, too soon, we must pass away, And leave them far behind us. Still, as we stand by the silent shore An-d watch Time's breakers dashing o'er The wreck of the days that are now no more Then mem'ry there will bind us. 187