Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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Oh you, our jolly mates and fellows here, Within the halls of ivy-clad Swarthmore ; And you who hold those college days so dear, Who trod these selfsame paths in time of yore ; And e ' en ye gentle readers, who may glance Within this book, though ignorant of our ways — Of you we beg due pardon, if perchance Aught may displease or hurt you in this maze Of truth and fiction History and wit, The class, the club, the victories well won, The sketch, the verse, the farce with well-turned hit, Each holds a place in this our HALCYON.

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Dedication Upon the pleasant seas of ancient Greece The Halcyon-bird doth yearly build her nest Of vagrant weeds and driftwood, yet no fear Assails her gentle breast. Secure and happy in her fragile home, No port she seeks. Her journeys never cease ; Upon those storied seas, she ever floats, The type of joy and peace. So we would launch this petty craft of ours, A trifling bark, of vagrant fancies wrought, Made of such driftwood as doth ever float Adown the tide of thought. We seek no port unless it be thy favor, Thy breath of praise shall be our onward breeze. Our skiff is launched ; with merry songs and laughter, We ' ll sail the sunlit seas.