VOL. XVI.
FEBRUARY, 1890.
NO. 5.
EDITORS: M1i Sigma Rho,
E. w. GREANER, II. T. LOUTHAN, { B. B. ROBINSON.
J.E. Philologian, D. H. { H.F.
HUTCHINSON, RucKER, WILLIAMS.
Business Manager- W. OWEN CARVER. Assistant Business Manager-W. E. FARRAR. Twiligl1t.
To "LITTLE ONE." 'Tis twilight, holy hour at whose approach, .The weary workman's daily labors cease#, The hour when every i,ast, though full of woes, Should feel the haHowed influence of peace. The flower-iaden breezes¡ fan my cheek, And chase the fever from my burning brow; And, fancy-winged and all unbidden, coru~s . The memory of days that are not now. Again with thee I sit at eve alone; Again I fool my happy heart rejoice; . Again I hear the songs I used to love; Again drink in the music of thy voice. Ah! little one, where'er, what e'er lam, Those happy hours I never shall forget; For love remembereth, and I have loved, Yes, little one, have loved and love you yet. And now the stars come out, and lo! one shoots Athwart the deep'ning shadows of the night; A moment, leaves a trail from east to west; Then, paling, fades forever from my sight. Was it, an emblem of the 'hopes which once Beguilfod my love to thee? 0 say, love, "Nay, 'Tis rather the bright herald that foretells Ji'or you and me a coming happier day." ..
FEn. 1st. 1890.
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"YOU'l'IIFUL
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