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MAY, 1889.
NO. 8.
EDITORS: A. S. H. BRISTOW, Mu Sigma Rho. { R. L. MOTLEY, W. B. LOVING,
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Business Manager-W. OWEN CARVER. Assistant Business Manager-W. E. WRIGHT.
[The following poem was composed by JAMESC. HARWOOD for the final celebration of Church Hill Literary Society.-EDs. J Tllree
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INVOCATION. 0 ye immortal muses, lend your aid While now I sing. And you, fair maidens, lest I be dismayed, .. Mild judgments bring. Now, while I tune my lyre, Let your bright eyes inspire ; And from its trembling wire, I'll strike my lay. I.
A little maid scarce ten years old, One day I chanced to meet. Her face as bright and happy as 'l'he daisies 'neath her feet; Her bonnet swinging in her hall(], She gaily tripped along. The breezes kissed her golden locks As she sang this merry song: "AU things are bright, the world 1s wide And flow'rets bloom on ev'ry side. Ye birds that chirp on ev'ry tree, What do you try to say to me? And you, sweet vi'let hiding there, I'll pluck and fast'n you in my hair." Bright little elf, she look ed so sweet. Methinks I see her now ! No trace of pain or sorrow, could Time fasten on her brow. II.
Five years passed on and I beheld The chi ld to maiden grown. · But ah! the years had brought their care; Her happy smile had flown. Her parents, loved, the icy hand Of Death had ta'en away ; And with her heart all chilled with grief, These words I heard her say: "0 wide, wide world, so bleak and bare, Where are the flowers you used to wear?
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Ye birds, that flit from tree to tree, Sing only now to sadden me. The breeze, that wooed my listeniI).g ear, Inspires ·no feeling now but fear, As through the pines, with moaning sough, It speaks of days that are not now ; Height'ning by thoughts of what has been The torture of the present pain. 0 God! thou who dost rule the sky, To thee my weary soul doth . fly. Protect and guide me by thy love, Nor from thy keeping let me rove." · Small wonder that her life seemed dark When, trembling on its brink, She tasted Marah's bitter stream . But ah ! we all must drink Some time from sorrow's dreaded cup, Whate'er our fate may be, .. 'The path of life must somewhere pass Through dark Gethsemane.' III.
But time rolled on and soothed her pain And now what do I see! The maid now fills a mother's place, And, resting on her knefl, Her baby lau~hs, and pulls her hair, And crows m wild delight, Till, with this lullaby, he's rocked To slumber for the night: "Hush thee, my babe, the world is wide; Joy comes with sorrow sid e by side. The happier the past with joy- . The more the present cares annoy. The deeper stings the presentgriefThe sweeter'll be the pain's relief. The ange ls watch thy cradle, dear, List to their whisperings in thy ear, While mother prays to God on high To take thee to him shouldst thou die. 'l'hen hush, my babe, tbe world is wide; Joy comes with sorrow side by side."