University of Wisconsin Madison - Badger Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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YoiUh flung the flame into the sun and made it shine — and all the songs the birds can sing are yours and mine, yet: — in the gloaming, all the shadows there are tike to Youth with its unanswered prayer, questing, — and finding nothing, like the trees that stir soft boughs to listless melodies seeking the sunshine, that they cannot seize.

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Green the grass, and blue the sky and the whole world waiting you and I : — Summer mornings, afternoons when the buildings blaze and the hot air swoons but oh, the magic of Indian moons!