NOVEMBER,
1888.
NO. 2.
·EDITORS: J.M.
u Sigma Rho. { C.
W. E. FARRAR, Pihlologian.} C. L. LAWS, W. C. FOS'l'ER.
WILBUR,
w. :l'RAIXHAM,
M. W. !'HO.MAS.
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Busines, Manager- ·w. OWEN
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CARVEB
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Assistant Business Manager-W. E. "WRIGHT.
Poe•y. BY THE REV. SAMUEL W. DUFFIELD.
What did they call the poet, then, In the old, old days when the world was new? Was it not "Maker " ? Ah, you men! You thought the dreams of the world were through ! They never are through, the lovely dreams; Never, while life and love are here! While the thing that is is the thing that seems, And the thing that is far is ever near. And time comes back from other lands, And faces mingle, and tears are shed ; And moments are left for clasping hands; And the living laugh on the graves of the dead. Yes, he is the Maker still, tl1e man , Who builds of nothing his airy rhyme ; The only ~eing who dare an1. can Uplift to something a weary time ! And Science gathers, and Learning waits, And earth is 'older, and tears are moreBut here the Maker, before the gates Of Eden peers through the open door. Another world, and another will ! And old things perish, and new things rise! And he is the poet, now and still, Who sees, as of yore, in Paradise !