Washington and Lee University - Calyx Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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ONLY A FRESHMAN Only a Freshman, I gazed on my queen As she glided away with stately grace On the wings of the waltz ; And I thought how fair is her form and face ; And I knew that she could not be false, With fickle thoughts to screen. Calyx 2

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Oh, how often have we been tempted! Ever and anon some obliging friend would tell us confidentially of ' ' something I saw the other day, that would be simply fine for The Calyx, and after being told that we did not follow DeQ., but on the contrary preferred the precept of Mr. Emerson, when he says, Trust thyself; every heart vibrates to that iron string, the person would, as like as not, in the very next breath, tell us about some very funny illustration in last years Bngle or Trumpet which would be the very thing you want. Hence the conclusion: If anything appears in this volume which appears to the reader to have made it ' s appearance at some previous date, let the reader lay all the blame on DeQuincey and his demoralizing philosophy, and let him remember also the board of editors, although they admit that they are responsible for some of the written matter of this book, yet are not guilty of quite all of it. DaaabonMa Jog on, jog on the footpath way. And merrily bent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad lives in a mile-a. — The Winter ' s Tale. Jog on, jog on ! That vagrant lay, I hear in dreams, beyond the sway; Beyond the sound of shop and street. Responsive to the timeful beat, I follow where the road may stray. With sowskin sack and kerchief gay, I fare in entreacte of life play. Where nomad fires and folk repeat, Jog on, jog on ! Full long will be the footpath way, Full high the stile, full dark the day; When, in the race ' s chest and cheat, Antolycus of errant feet Shall chant no more, with heart of May — Jog on, jog on !

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I dreamed we walked together, as of old, But, ah ! more sweetl -, for your lips were smiling. And melted into tenderness be.guiling, Thiise eyes whose glances once were proud and cold. Pensive, you listened, as my love I pleaded, And tho ' you spoke no word, the downcast eye And glowing cheek, made eloquent reply, I ' hat, not unwillingly, my tale you heeded. Trembling with rapture, since I dared believe, Your maiden heart was won, (that laughed at wooing), And that for me your dark eyes kindl - beamed, Which had been many a wretched night ' s undoing, 1 bent to kiss you, but, without reprieve, — The gra ' -lit morning told me 1 had dreamed. : I. Hume. i6