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The Tower, 1914 . ition, .:> to my ealLWhen at last an ma were du- ipace, Rarth, wit- nflnea Was left behind In thla madUp, l went, far op—still flyliUp and through the beautiful blue,And the voices abou Shell —shell never go through. But on i went to the narrow portalla the heaven «( whichtold,And i called, St Peter, awake ye pi : gold. Then came St Peter to the portal And he Closed it behind him as hi he sjild—as he looked, his wrath ye these gates could open for you?Of gold ye have rashly ,:,li. :back to the world-a-day ye back, fo maiden. (K)nlt, not gold, these gat. s are pearled. —I. M. S. When Is a Senior Not a Senior?Ask anyone who expecta t<» graduate. Sad me< raa sudden. Their meeting it was sad. s * x life. Twaa the only life she had. she beneath the daisies <m a sunny hills:.:.• there laWhen a •.:? [187].

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