University of Wisconsin Stevens Point - Horizon / Iris Yearbook (Stevens Point, WI)

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“The Reason” Poetic instinct, so they say. Thrives not in human heart today. No muse divine doth now attend Nor any inspiration lend To guide the poet’s ardent soul Or aid him to attain his gonl. But modern |M cts will attest That inspiration doth not rest. That rhythmic fires today still hum. But, lacking fuel, to embers turn. And soon must smoulder and go out For, what is there to write about? The landscape’s old to ev'ry one, The sky, the stars, the setting sun. The mighty sea, tin gentle breeze. The mountains, the ancestral trees. The seasons as they come and go. All caused poetic fires to glow. The home so sweet, the land so dear. The faith that brooks not any fear. The mem’ries of the past, now tied, In song and ballad may Ik read. All that’s above, all that's below, John Milton wrote about we know. While Shakespeare with his foresight keen, lias cornered all we've ever seen Of character, of love, of hate, Of wily Fortune and of Fate. Lord Tennyson and many more Depleted quite the ancient lore Of Arthur and his table round. Of Holy Grail, which ne’er was found. Of lovers and their many woes. Of |H aee and war, of friends and foes. No gallant deeds today are done. Which into legend can be spun; The loves so true have disap| eared Kxactly as the lovers feared. The tournaments, the duel, the chase. To weaker sports have given place. For chivalry and knighthood lie Unroused in man, and slowly die. So fades the grand and noble art Which stirs the s«ml and cheers the heart; Not from a lack of inspiration Of men in every land and nation But from a luck of worthy themes Of which the modern poet but dreams. — .1. Ilow.vui) Bitowx ti

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Senior Boys and Girls I a •High society Is my ambition” •Sin- hath made me iitKlevt my studies” :» 4 ‘‘Night after night In nut and bleared his eyes with books' •‘Tliara's a hrave fellow! There's a man of pluck” l a “But there is nothing so sweet in life as .’1 love's young dream” 4 “Naught hut single darkness do I Hnd” a 4 • I miss him most when he is away” Shalt show how divine a thing a woman may be ti

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