Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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HEY trimmed the sail and drew the long oars up, And there the feast was spread, and there the cup Of happiness brimmed o ' er, as in the sun The pageant gleamed before the throne of one Who was the mistress of it all. When dipped The sun behind the wood, again they slipped Far out the rippHng sea. And soon they feel An ice-cold blast which would their blood congeal, For lo, the Blue Rocks in their vision loom, That gnash and grind, and roar of coming doom. Down sank the Heroes ' hearts, the while they sighed: Yet must we row between if we would stride On to our quest. If Hera will be nigh. Though arduous the task, we ' ll pass them by. Then, shouting, rushed they through the cold blue gap. And forth they came, without looked-for mishap. All oars at rest, into a pleasant sea. Now for a space they sailed right wearily. Then bending joyfully to dripping oar, They gathered strength ; the Argo eastward bore. F SERENADE

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II. IGH three full months within a quiet bay The sail they furled, and passed each summer day, Where limpid streams made music for their ears. ' Mid fragrant flowers, forgotten were their fears Of feats to be accomplished by each one. HEN came a day when the quest, not half begun. Must be resumed, for tasks awaited yet Ere the Golden Fleece they reached. White sails they set To the fresh breeze, the anchor raised from the sand, • And loath, with sighs, they left the summer strand For a ' ' land of hitter blasts, . . . . and misery, ' ' And many a snare which they could not foresee. ITH courage high, and lightsome hearts they sailed, Till, led by the gods to a doleful land, they paled At sight of giant brothers there who ruled, — In the art of making work for men well-schooled. The one was Biblycus, of blackish mien. And one, Forensycus, whose yellowish green And loathsome look did fright them into spending Full half their days in labor never ending. The Heroes toiled through nights and sought no ease Till they could ' range their thoughts in A ' s and B ' s. ' Alas! ' Neath those, to find sub-one and two Seemed oft to them a monstrous thing to do. Thus many a fight they had, nor ceased their pain Till nothing of those giants did remain.