Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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2:30am: In this keystone state on the estern shore, Looms a renowned colleges cleped Swarthmore. From this monumente of higher learninge, One sees Philadelphie ' s entrails burning. Yet the Swarthmore womb is beset above, Thilke ryot citee of brotherly love. But now to turne to our truer purpose, E ' en at the riske of soundynge too verbose, I ' ll speke of this Garden ' s under-rated, Who to their fair bokes are deadicated. Of this campagnie I am truly one, So weigh nat my wordes that they rech a ton. My entencioun is nat to devyse, Detayles of this yonghede ' s sondry wyse, And sith preciouse tyme is wexen late, I shal only of these stout wits relate. For to speke of trouthe, honour and curteisie, Is a task too straunge and eek beyond me. Bifil it one nighte lying ill at ease, Reading thoughts from the desk of Socrates, I gan to fall into a troubled sleep, For my eyen wolden no longer focus deep. A dreme swept over the shore of my mind, And eke as imagerie speaks to the blynde, So this vision framed in living color, Brought me face to face with a car motor. A hot, bothered head peered out of the door, Askyngue if I was the one he ' d called for. The man closely resemblynge a Van Eyck Stepped forth on tarmac of Baltimore Pyke. Demanding sodeynly to make hasten, For he did not have all nite to wasten. He gripped my arme and shoutinge in my ear, Sayde, Now do your job, you ' ll have noght to fear. Speakynge simple wordes with which I ' ve been blest, Quoth I kindly: Hominus liber esty ' At that he yelled some vituperation, Referring to effects of libation. 26