The round-up . es, scarce an one Now stays to tell of herIn early days of ox and trail, Before our cruel war. Before the buffalo had gone And Texas cowboys reignHad ceased to be, and men had come To fence the plains for gain. Her mission, though, is still the same. The self same path is trodThat points the way, that lights the path To nobler manhood and to God. —M. E. B. % ROV/iPVP t^^isa:^^ ^i^^^C^^fi^f^j£r£*\ (( MORNING By C. A. BENSON. [Baylors Entry in the Texas Inter-Collegiate PressAssociation Poem Contest. First Prize.] How like a bride the ^Morning comes .\do\vn the opal aisles !Throug
The round-up . es, scarce an one Now stays to tell of herIn early days of ox and trail, Before our cruel war. Before the buffalo had gone And Texas cowboys reignHad ceased to be, and men had come To fence the plains for gain. Her mission, though, is still the same. The self same path is trodThat points the way, that lights the path To nobler manhood and to God. —M. E. B. % ROV/iPVP t^^isa:^^ ^i^^^C^^fi^f^j£r£*\ (( MORNING By C. A. BENSON. [Baylors Entry in the Texas Inter-Collegiate PressAssociation Poem Contest. First Prize.] How like a bride the ^Morning comes .\do\vn the opal aisles !Through chancel windows of the sky The yonthfnl sunlight smiles;Soft in her sombre, night-hued hair A topaz circlet lies;And little mists hide as a \eil The glory of her eyes. Upon her brow a single star In gracious splendor glows;Upon her bosoms throbbing peace There flames a crimson rose;The choiring winds about her rise— Her lord brooks no delay,—Unto the altar of the East He comes, the bridegrcjom. Day! m.
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