NARRATIVE OF THE NINES - 1899 . 3d ROSSETTL Within thy House of Life forevermore My footsteps wander, restless, to and fro;The sunlight plays upon the marble floor. The shadows dance and flicker as I these wide halls, adorned with all things fair, Th}- winged fancy brightest visions sees ;And here, where music dies upon the air, Methinks I see thy Pleasure lie at ia thy House of Life I seek in vain, A little chamber where the Heart may rest—A bird, that tappeth on thy window-pane, And seeketh dumbl)-, where to make her all the fullness of thy destiny, In verj truth, thou

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NARRATIVE OF THE NINES - 1899 . 3d ROSSETTL Within thy House of Life forevermore My footsteps wander, restless, to and fro;The sunlight plays upon the marble floor. The shadows dance and flicker as I these wide halls, adorned with all things fair, Th}- winged fancy brightest visions sees ;And here, where music dies upon the air, Methinks I see thy Pleasure lie at ia thy House of Life I seek in vain, A little chamber where the Heart may rest—A bird, that tappeth on thy window-pane, And seeketh dumbl)-, where to make her all the fullness of thy destiny, In verj truth, thou hast no room for me ! 14 THE COMING OF THE NINES. On the hill-top of the campus,On the great, gray Granite hill-top,Bunyan Shearer, great and mighty,He, the master of thr :ollege,On the boulders of the hilltopsStood erect, and called the the tribes of men together. From a boulder of the GraniteWith his axe he broke a fragment,Fashioned it into a and moulded it with patience;From the left side o

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