University of North Carolina Magazine . ciii m Rigbt aims D fje bis forces, tfje inbisiblefortes, tfje soul anb ton=Science of manfeinb are figf)t=ins on our sibe. ©arfe tJjoust) tJjenistt be, pet until tfje bap batonstoe sfjall fisfjt on. M toe arebeemeb toortbp in tfte course ofbistorp to stanb in tfjat breatf) anbfisftt for libertp asainst tfje steat=est obbs tije toorib fjas efaer fenoton,tJjen let our bobies lie tfjere, but toetoiU not sibe in. OTe fisbt tfjattbis map neber be repeateb anb tbatno sobernment, botoeber potoerful,sball babe tbe courase to trp a sim=ilar htth asainst tbe peac
University of North Carolina Magazine . ciii m Rigbt aims D fje bis forces, tfje inbisiblefortes, tfje soul anb ton=Science of manfeinb are figf)t=ins on our sibe. ©arfe tJjoust) tJjenistt be, pet until tfje bap batonstoe sfjall fisfjt on. M toe arebeemeb toortbp in tfte course ofbistorp to stanb in tfjat breatf) anbfisftt for libertp asainst tfje steat=est obbs tije toorib fjas efaer fenoton,tJjen let our bobies lie tfjere, but toetoiU not sibe in. OTe fisbt tfjattbis map neber be repeateb anb tbatno sobernment, botoeber potoerful,sball babe tbe courase to trp a sim=ilar htth asainst tbe peace of man= THE University Magazine MAY, 1918Old Series Vol. 48 No. 5 New Series Vol. 36 ^prins m jFrance JOHN S. TERRY To-night the spring should come: I know that springHas come at home. Theres madness in my almost hear the breezes as they flood The night around our home with whispering. As evening dies and gently fails twilight The whip-poor-wills and night-birds all aroundLull their small world to rest with s-leepy sound. While stars come forth to deck the balmy night, From out the windows of our home there shineGreat golden rays of light that cheer my heart,For distance cannot keep our souls apart. Would that your lips were not so far from mine ! But here in France the spring has not come yet. Cold mists enshroud the shell-torn fields, and there Is now a steady drip of rain. The airVibrates with angry guns ... I cant forgetThat from these empty homes sweet love has fled, And here where ghastly cries make wild the night, That homes should send out rays of cheerful here the f
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