Wells College - Cardinal Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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The Peace of the I-Illls Far Autumn HIIIS of amethyst Wlth you my sp1r1t keepeth tryst And wh1le through nolsy streets all day My Weary feet must wend tl1e1r way Beyond the qu1et r1ver s blue My heart s love tarr1eth vvlth you NIARY HAL1: J ohms Lxmes Wrxtten for a Young Lxedg upon her Gracluatxon fW1th apologxes to the poets most conce111ec'l J blng heavenly Muse for much I need thy a1d And 1f thou g1v'st It not I shall be sllent I m afrald Bevan and somewhat loudly sweep the strlngs For I would slng of youth and love and other kmdred th1D0'S The t1me has come to talk of seahng wax And shoes and sh1ps and cabbages, and also more unportant facts For lo' Where standlng wlth reluctant feet A Lnald from halls of learnlng just arrlved her fate would greet Her braln new stuied 1n youth Wlth trlumphs gay bhe fancles even falrer scenes upon the future way The earth IS all before her Wrth a heart Unp1erced as yet or so we trust by Love s mal1c1ous dart Ioyous, nor scared at lts own l1be1 ty She peers 1nto the future dun to see what she can see Fan' seed tlme had her soul, and she has sown Of all the arts and SCIBHCCS th1s weary world has known Bhss IS It 1n that dawn to be al1ve She thmlls Wlth rapture and b6S1d6S finds t1n1e to grow and thrxve Falr prom1se of a frultful tree say what M1d all the elashmg spheres thou llt choose to be thy future lotl Full many a flower was born to blush unseen But thou we1 t reared for loftler far and better thmgs, I Ween Creatlon s he1r, the world the world IS th1ne' What then dost thlnk the flttest for th1ne own especxal hue? To help thee aseertam thy future state I ll tell thee everythmg I can there s l1ttle to relate Not marble shall outllve thy powerful rhyme fProv1ded you produce lt at a favorable tlme J How could thy Muse want subjects to lnvent When th1ne own beauty 1S more rlch than gllded monument? There s somethlng' ln a flymg horse they say Chng round the neck of Pegasus he'll bear thee on thy way Yet varlum et and so forth, as you know Perhaps thy Muse truunphant thou wouldst even farther go ? f . . . . , , . . . . 4 1 . - 1 . . ,. . .. 1 1 ' . . . . , . , , . ov . 1 1 1 1,- ' 1 ' 1 ., . . I I . . , .. i 1 1 ', . , . 1 . . , ' 1 ., . . . , . 1 1 1 ' 1 1' , . 1 . . . 1 , . . . ' , . , . 4 ' 1 . 1 1 1 1

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The deep tragedian canst counterfeit? Quite likely on the stage thou'llt make a most tremendous hit. What, canst thou talk? Hast thou a tongue? Why then The cause of woman's suffrage marks thee for its own. Amen. But stay,-a learned doctor of the laws, Thy eloquence might charm both judge and jury to thy cause. Wouldst teach the young idea how to shoot? The sacredest of oftices, but bears the smallest fruit. What is your substance? Whereof are you made? I ask because the calling is absurdly underpaid. Up, up, my charming friend, and quit your books: You'll find that too much study's ruination to the looks. A little learning is a dangerous thing. Then why not cut it all, and turn your mind to revelling? On with the dance! Let joy be unconHn'd! Mayhap in high society your proper sphere you'll ind. But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, That lot of which as yet of course you have no thought at all. Love in thy youth, fair maid, be wise, and then If not successful just at first there's time to try again. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse! Fm sure the topic interests,--to deny it is no use. Whoever loved that loved not at first sight? The problem vexes many,-canst contrive to shed some light? Thy budding charms,-ha, ha! the wooing o't- So rare they seem, perchance some swain's already fairly caught. O fair, O chaste and unexpressive she, You can really have no notion how delightful it will be. Smooth glides the current of domestic joy. There's a rapture in the kitchen that is quite without alloy, And jellies, smoother than the creamy curd Sweet study: though substantial foods are by a man preferred. Dost like the picture, love? If so, why then The labors of my humble Muse have not been Wholly vain. And now, goodbye: my paper's out so nearly, Alas, in closing I have only room for-Yours sincerely. E HELEN TRACY PORT Sing a Song of Sun-bormcts. Oh! sing a song of sun-bonnets! A college full of girls, Each has a dainty bonnet tied Upon her braids or curls. Just when the sun is brightest, You see them everywhere, On golf-links, lake and campus, They're what the Wells girls Wear. 106 ER'