Syllabus . T T ERES a toast to the old tin cup, Drink it up,That hangs in the Womans Hall!Heres a cheer to the maidens fair. Ever daughters of Eve, one and all I That cup, sure it lives in a kiss Frommaiden lips, cherry red,Does it fail to enjoyLike a real wicked boy, Eer the thirst from those dear throats has fled. No, Id not repine; If a wish were mineTwould be this, and this alone: To play the chalice For my sweet AliceAnd make some of those kisses ra.\ own. Ernest Eversz **S)uIce1Re^entcm Xalagcn )S Horace foretold. Smiles Lalage sweetly,Half coy and half bold. And ca
Syllabus . T T ERES a toast to the old tin cup, Drink it up,That hangs in the Womans Hall!Heres a cheer to the maidens fair. Ever daughters of Eve, one and all I That cup, sure it lives in a kiss Frommaiden lips, cherry red,Does it fail to enjoyLike a real wicked boy, Eer the thirst from those dear throats has fled. No, Id not repine; If a wish were mineTwould be this, and this alone: To play the chalice For my sweet AliceAnd make some of those kisses ra.\ own. Ernest Eversz **S)uIce1Re^entcm Xalagcn )S Horace foretold. Smiles Lalage sweetly,Half coy and half bold. And catches him he dream he is sold. While, as Horace foretold,Smiles Lalage sweetly? Alfred J. Waller Xtterar^. ^be innconventional (5irl VER fair woman has ruled this old earth, Ever has bound stronger man by her charms;She laughed him to scorn in the cup of her mirth,?(^l When old Father Time was an infant in arms. What wonder if, then, over women we rave,What wonder if led b)^ the light of her smile We follow our love to the verge of the grave,And Heaven is lost to our poor souls the while. Ah, slaves to their sweetness, we still love the beauty That virtue sheds over the love-lighted faceOf her who holds fast to the womanly duty Of keeping untarnished the charms of her grace. And never does man approach nearer to Heaven Than when, in the light of those luminous eyes, |,* He sees the pure love that a great God has given •? i^ To bring back the joy of a lost paradise. ^ Then why should that sweetness be guarded and hidden? Why should poor man be deprived of the loveThat dwells in the depths of the heart that is bidden, To teach him the ways of his master above ? Oh, give me the true gir
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