The Bowdoin quill . e wasso near* She wished Death was as ardenta wooer as Sin had always been* It wasso easy to sin—she felt that it was easyto die too* It would be so easy and sucha relief* She would only be waking fromher terrible nightmare of life* Deathwith a gentle touch would take her outinto the light, but—her father was kindlong ago, and she loved her child* Whymust it live out the terrible years beforeit ? How much sweeter and better allwould be if she and her babe could closetheir eyes and be wafted away to thekind, warm Southland as the birds arewhen the Summer is dead* Her heartcr
The Bowdoin quill . e wasso near* She wished Death was as ardenta wooer as Sin had always been* It wasso easy to sin—she felt that it was easyto die too* It would be so easy and sucha relief* She would only be waking fromher terrible nightmare of life* Deathwith a gentle touch would take her outinto the light, but—her father was kindlong ago, and she loved her child* Whymust it live out the terrible years beforeit ? How much sweeter and better allwould be if she and her babe could closetheir eyes and be wafted away to thekind, warm Southland as the birds arewhen the Summer is dead* Her heartcried out to the mother of the hero : 44 Weep not, kind lady, for those whoare delivered from the sins of earth* The east wind had spent itself throughthe grove* The pines had ceased theirrhythm and stillness was again supreme* THE BOWDOIN QUILL 245 The bitter frost of November nipped thepetals of the flowers and hurried me onmy way* I wondered as I relit my pipehow unsatisfactory is life. — Roy Leon Marston, 99. J\ Parody. OFTENTIMES I like to sit beside the fireAnd dream about my college days ofyore;While visions of familiar scenes and facesSeem to rise and float before my eyes plainly I can see the dear old campus, By the setting sunlight rendered all aglow;While the zephyrs softly whisper through thepine treestAnd the merry students wander to and fro* Oh the moon is shining brightly on the the halls there comes the sound of mirthand glee,Through the dormitories cheerful lights aregleaming,In my old college home so dear to me. In my dreams I see once more the old stonechapel,With its stately towers rising toward the this brings to mind a thousand cherishedmemoriesOf the rushes and the games of days gone the happy college days are over, And afar across the ocean I may stray,Still the vision of the campus crowned with sun-light,Will remain imprinted on my mind for Walker Whitney), 00 n Dreamer,
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