Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Ourselves uncouth and raw, We cannot feel the kindness That hides behind your law. J II. And some work without ceasing And some too often play ; Each holds fast her own way Our scorn and pride increasing. (Yet our strife, you do not fear it. But working, ever smile, For unseen, the College Spirit Grows in us all the while. ) III. We lose each old illusion : We carp and criticise : We doubt, grow silly, wise, And our world seems all confusion. (But you work on still hoping: You have seen these many years, The same ague spirit-groping. The same dim doubts and fears.) IV. In the pride of our new learning We argue at your words. Perversely into swords Your gifts against you turning. (But calm you wait yet, patiently, Howe ' er your heart be sore: This too you knew had need to be, You had dealt with it before.)

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Neath the Oaks of our Dear Old Wellesley ft From diverse states and sections, And with diverse ends in view, We come from all directions, O Welleslev, to vou. In a huddled mass chaotic We are home-sick units merely We wail — you speak severely, And we call your rule despotic. (Not seeing in our blindness.

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v. Now, when ' tis time to leave you, We at last begin to find How mild you were, and kind, And repent that we did grieve you. Now that we leave your gate. The wrong that we did, forgive ! Receive our thanks, though the thanks be late. For making us strong to live. We pass : but other daughters Our well-loved places fill ; And for them the gray lake waters Mirror your beauty still.