VOL.XI.
APRIL,
1886.
NO. 7.
EDITORS: '.r. R.
J. 0. ALDERMAN, Mu Sigma Rho, { H. F. Cox , L . ,J. HALE Y , JR .
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Philologian,{ C. A. FOLK, · H. N. , PHILLIPS.
Business Manager-,v. A. BORUM. Assistant Business Manager-J. L. BiWWN.
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His thoughts were i,ong, his life wa s singing ; Men's hea rts lik e harps he helcl and smote . Bnt in hi s heart wcut ever ringin g, Ringing, the song· he rwve r wrotr. Hovering, pan si11g, Jming, Geeti ng, A farther bhw, a brighter mote, The v:mishecl sonnd of swift wind s y1ccting, The opal sw<•pt bl'nrath the- boat . . A gleam ofwin gd forever flaming, Never folded in nest or cote, Secrets of joy, past nam e or uaming, Meas11r'eRof bli s~ pa~t dole or rot e: Echo es of music, ahvay~ flying, Always echo, never the not e ; Pul ses of life, pa st life, past 1lying,All these- in tire ~ong he never wrot e. Dead at la st, ancl the p~ople, weeping, Turned from hi.• grave, with wrin ginghancl s: "What shall we do, now h e lies sleeping, His Rweet song-silent in Olll' land s? Jnst as hiR voice 1ncw clearer, Rtrong er,' 'Thi s was the th ought thnt keenest smot<',-
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" 0 Death ! could st thou not spare him longer? Alas for the songs he never wrote ! " Free at last, and his soul up-soaring, Planets and skies beneath bis feet, Wond er and rapture all out-poiuing, Eternity how simple; sweet ! Sorrow slain, and every regrett}ng\ Love and Love's labors left the ~ame, Wearine ss over, suns without s.ettirig, Motion like thought onwings of flame : .
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High er the singer rose .and higher; Heavens, in spaces, sank like bars; Great joy within him glowed like •fire, !Tc tossed his arms among the stars," Thi s is the life, past life, past dying; I am I, and I live the life : Shame on the thought of mortal crying · I Shame on its petty toil and strife! Why _di<'\I halt, and weakly tre 'mble ! "Even in Heaven, the mem'rysmote," Fool to be dumb, and to dissemble! Alas for the song I neyer wrote. !" ·.Helen Jackson, ·.in Century.