University of Texas Austin - Cactus Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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I ; n.ms. ' irtui; s c UHents •ige an i iinl nf).wn 1 .if All;il: ' s inie-IYt: lii .lli«j Ttuiplc ' s fr ' ■ Stalk thu As ' P While the Vr-ssels. Siraiicc-ly wroiiglil, in nuiiibur i- w. Golcli-ii (jlwim the mystic; letters. WoiKirous words the Vessels ht-ar. Sadly We t the soulful mt)si : Ag.fs. ' iieither see lior hear: n -; V » Night ' s Jenshroi cfing Darl ness, Af r;,,iis-old the ' .Temple stamps; ■ ■ ' ' lah waits andi long is patient: cMii ' iiK and sure ape Allah ' s hands. ' ■ Swiftly Dawn ' s I eft Hand apiirodches, -I-ifehts,the East iiv trembliiiK shecn.v Glow- the windows of the Temple, J L Hushed- the bells of vespertine, O - fForth from Truth ' s abKndoned U Kbisters. C- :rmly conscious df his miaht. Unfffie e ltious, unassuming, I j« Swef-vink nor to left nor rigbt. TSteps a mcifn of princely bearing, Ei-in lJ both in form and rtien; S?e s the Temple set liefore him- - TemplQ by the Ages seen. i Staff in hand, or crown, he bears not, Naught about him Is uncouth! Krmined i?obe, or stole,, he wears iiot: Sceiit. i-ed he with sword of TRUTH. Fearless © ' or the Temple ' s tiling, Forward on his mission bent, . Steps the, ' I ' rince; and soon he reaches Aisles with incense redolent — Sacred aisles, where saints and sages. Richland poor, hava often trod. Famed afar thi-oughouti the Ages, Whci-e men worshiV) Wealth — and God! Unabasljed. with footsteps certain. Musing not on l hantom Fame, Wallis the Prince in simple grandeur; Reads the golden-glinted name On each parti-colored i)annel, On each statue ' s marble base. On the windows of the Temple, On each jeweled holy-vase: Names of kings, the noted rulers, Kach commissioned Allah ' s thane — Gifts of all the hurled Ages, licautiful — but all inane! Past the Altar ' s burning incense. Past the Temple ' s Mercy Seat. mr HROnOH the mystic sable Sanctum || (Crime ' s long secret safe retreat), V Walks the Prince with flaming ardor. Sword of Truth within his hand. Templed still in myriad numbers Allali ' s mystic Vessels stand. Gazing at these Pots majestic (Austere Ages viewed them longi. Sees the Prince the graven symbols. Hears the inner whispered song. Look! upon those somber Vessels, Stately in these ancient halls. Looms each burnished golden letter — Hark! what music now enthralls! Leap the letters into meaning As the Prince his scepter lifts; Down the Temple ' s ' essel -vistas. Murmurous i)erfumed music drifts. Adoration of the Ages! Meaningless these Pots of gold? =S

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Qll)t frmt of ®rutl| .MiU c;od s«i it Hpihnil I. b eliold. It wim v.ry MS, II. 31. M i;KKO with Alhjirs mystli ; Bj ' ini oIs. RanKPil in niialnily nuwr lU-algna, Tline-eniTii. ' ti-Ml, iLirnislioil, serried I II ' and tliere in riiL---r.l liii. ' s: I ' iayililnB. by eaeli Ak i, Soiled as If by van - Somber in Kartli ' s mas.su «.- TniipK. I,,lfe ' s most precious I ' ottery sUinda. Kielily wiotiglit. yet always empty. Stand tlie Vessel. ! side by side, Wistful all in anxious waiting— In the Temple tbey abide. Come, ye Centuries, and view them. Gaze upon these mystic Pots! Toucli thfm with your putrid lingers. Stain them witli youf iep ' rous spots! •Gaze in wonder at the Vessels — Allali ' s own. ye say, tbey arc: Canst not read them? then why hoard them From Rartti ' s treasure- mines afar? All! tho.se .sjinlMils bear some meaning — Fain would they themselves translate! Deep beneath those mouths majestic, Life ' s sweet songs reverberate; Deep witliin the bowls titanic, Wbisper-soft, In cadence grand. Swell the notes for him wlio hearkens Allah ' s voice to umlerstand. Boldly stand the m.vstic symbols. Stand tlie Ages rapture-still. Superstitious, awed to silence, Reading not great Allah ' s will. j AMR the Centuries, viewed the Vessels. ijl Worshipped at the golden shrines, 6 ,Saw the symbols carven on them — Trinkets from Karth ' s treasure-mines! Came savants in ermined garments. Schooled in all of Learning ' s lore. Wisely sllenl. always eager, Adding to their wisdom ' s store.

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v iv QI pxas THIS is no strippling, sirs, no yoi el youth, This bronze-limbed Hercules of giant girth ; This is the stoutest-thewed, the staunchest-souled In all the brawny brotherhood of States! TIME was, perchance, when, indolent, outstretched, Sprawled like a lazy urchin at his ease. He dozed and dreamed the drowsy hours away Beside the shallows of some singing stream. Or else, upblinking at a Southern sun. Watched while a snowy squadrony of cloud Waged mimic Trafalgars on skyey seas. His was the fragrance of the fallow field, The burst of bird-song and the ample air, Purple expanses of primeval pine. And undulant wide reaches of the plain. But, with the lapse of adolescent years, Through his slow pulses swept a sudden thrill, The quick, keen impulse of an ichor new That .-stirred his slumbrous soul to stinging life; And swift off-flinging from his lithesome limbs Inaction ' s shackles and the gyves of ease, Up to the stalwart stature of a man Leaped he, erect, and Godlike in his mien. And looking worldward with a questing eye Saw where his kindred commonwealths had swept Far past him on the stretching slopes until Dim showed their outlines on the upper steeps! THRILLED by the thunders of their Titan tread, Stung with a sense of sluggish slothfulness, Waked to the wanton wastefulness of years, He turned his back to ease and dull content And, upward faring, set his steadfast step