Hail thou in majesty, Cornell . le of loves delight. The entrance fireplace was aglow Where flame was never seen before; And Cupid with his unstrung bowStirred up the fire to make it roar. Two benches flank the inglenook Where people far apart could bide; But lo, a man came in and tookA seat close by a maidens side. Then Cupid plied his burnished bowTill ruddy firelight filled the place And shone upon the pair, and lo, Each turned and saw the others face. They gazed into each others eyes,Their faces rapt and love-beguiled; They whispered low with long-drawn sighs;And Cupid stirred the fire and
Hail thou in majesty, Cornell . le of loves delight. The entrance fireplace was aglow Where flame was never seen before; And Cupid with his unstrung bowStirred up the fire to make it roar. Two benches flank the inglenook Where people far apart could bide; But lo, a man came in and tookA seat close by a maidens side. Then Cupid plied his burnished bowTill ruddy firelight filled the place And shone upon the pair, and lo, Each turned and saw the others face. They gazed into each others eyes,Their faces rapt and love-beguiled; They whispered low with long-drawn sighs;And Cupid stirred the fire and smiled. I sought the inglenook next day; The hearth was clean, the shining flueWas free from soot; no ashes lay To show the thing I saw was true. But I saw man and maid that day, Their eyes still bright with Cupids gleam;Which proves, I think, beyond gainsay. It couldnt all have been a dream. Thus Cupid works in various waysTo bend us to his hearts desire; And risks his wings beside a blazeTo use his bow to stir loves fire. II. George C. Boldt Chairman of the Board of Trustees of Cornell \^\7ITHIN the gothic church the lofty spaces Are vibrant with the organs throb and we with heavy hearts and saddened facesHave come for love of him whose heart is still. Faint from afar come sounds of choral singingThat nearer swell in full melodious tide; Anon the priest intones, with clear voice ringing,The solemn words that time has glorified. And then he takes white lilies from the like the life of him who lieth here, And bearing them in gentle hands that falterWith tenderness, he lays them on the bier. O, Thou who in the shadow ever whom we catch no glimpse however dim, We feel that from the dark unknown Thou guidestThine own, and therefore all is well with him. 13 T^HE weary teachers drone in drowsy rooms Without a gleam from one responsive face;The morning zest is gone amid the glooms,And vagrant wits are wandering in space. Weary and worn, Why were we
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