. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . by seeing that goggles areconstantIv worn when needed. w-^ Rhapsody of Spring ■C ■ <»/. m Spring: winds sing clear through the budding trees,As I stroll in the park at morn; But clearer to me floats the sound of your voice On the wings of Aeolus borne. So sweet the scent of the bruised sward,Newly cut by the mowers knife;But sweeter the spell of your presence, dear;To my hungering soul ti» life I The sun flames bright from the cloudless East,Warmth descends from its far-off fire;Yet naught but the light of your glorious eyesCan my yearning heart ins
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . by seeing that goggles areconstantIv worn when needed. w-^ Rhapsody of Spring ■C ■ <»/. m Spring: winds sing clear through the budding trees,As I stroll in the park at morn; But clearer to me floats the sound of your voice On the wings of Aeolus borne. So sweet the scent of the bruised sward,Newly cut by the mowers knife;But sweeter the spell of your presence, dear;To my hungering soul ti» life I The sun flames bright from the cloudless East,Warmth descends from its far-off fire;Yet naught but the light of your glorious eyesCan my yearning heart inspire. I hear the robins enraptured note;Drink deep of the thrushs song;Yet, dear, for the strains of a dulcet tuneFrom your rosebud lips, 1 long. The flowers unclose petals radiant, to welcome the dawning day;And so would I open my arms to you,Love, forever and for aye. The world seems throbbing with bliss and supreme content,While broods over all the protecting domeOf the azure Though I may extol the forsythia,Weaving gold in the garb of May,Or the clustering blossoms of Hyacinth,Or the starlings petulant lay- And in this terrestrial paradiseOf Natures sweet, sentient with magical happinessWhich a morn of the Springtime brings. Or praise white morns crystal, perfumed airShaking blossoms oer the wakening wold;—Ah! dear. Natures beauty and mystic graceYet remain more than half untold. What is the most soul entrancing note;— Most enrapturing melody. Attuned to the chord of my heartstrings, touched With ethereal harmony. For she appears in ecstatic mood,Gaily pulsating joy and hope;Her beauty zuid blessings so wonderfulClaim Infinity for their scope. It is that strain of entrancing power. Like an angelic song from the blue, That brings to the shrine of my inmost heart. Sweet memories, love, of you. —T. T Play Ball! Suggestions for the Organization of the SystemBaseball League m^ iR. THOMPSON, our third vice-IVl
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