. The Muse [1917] . Rawlingss Flowers I know not where to find thee.—The Lost Bell Let every man be master of his time.—F. Butler With strange and several noises,—roaring, shrieking, howling—Diversity of sounds were we awakd—By A. & M. on Election Night Sighed and looked, and sighed again.—At the Forbidden Circus Tents I hate to tell again a tale once told.—Mr. Stone March on, my fellows!—Miss Barton in Gym. Class The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.—Susan Smith Say, are you not larger than you are?—P. Stiles Nay, she must bear you company.—The Chaperone By my life, this is
. The Muse [1917] . Rawlingss Flowers I know not where to find thee.—The Lost Bell Let every man be master of his time.—F. Butler With strange and several noises,—roaring, shrieking, howling—Diversity of sounds were we awakd—By A. & M. on Election Night Sighed and looked, and sighed again.—At the Forbidden Circus Tents I hate to tell again a tale once told.—Mr. Stone March on, my fellows!—Miss Barton in Gym. Class The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.—Susan Smith Say, are you not larger than you are?—P. Stiles Nay, she must bear you company.—The Chaperone By my life, this is against our pleasure.—Restriction What a host our ladies will have of these trim vanities.—Lacey, Wright, and Ivey. And then lets dreamWhos best in favor—of A. Robinson Nature craves— Ice Cream on Thursdays And the detention of long-since-due-debts—from Book-Money Charms the forest with her tale.—M. Richardson That thing you speak of, I took it for a man.—The Library Burglar. To St. Marys Chapel Annie Sutton Cameron, 16 Once more within thy sacred walls We meet, but not hearts of all who held thee dear Meet with us here as feel their silent blessing Upon us as we hopes and prayers that once were theirs Still live in us today. For thee they labored, thee they strove. They loved thee and passed on,Leaving to us an heritage Of all that they had sacred charge they gave us In trust divine and honor and thy name they left For us to guard and keep. Thou art to us the token Of that we hold most bond of love unbroken, Thy sheltering arms we dost our love enkindle, Our loyal hearts enrollIn kinship stronger than of blood, The kinship of the soul. And through the discord of the world, Thy music rising clear,Dispels the doubt that once we had, Casts out our craven by defeat once shattered And sullied with the dust,We pledge again at thy dear name, In holy love and trust. Like these
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