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VOL.XVII.
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EDITORS.
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GREGORY,
Mu Sigma Rho:
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No.5.
FEBRUARY,1891.
J. G. POLLARD, H. T. BURNLEY.
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Business Manager-0. G. TRUMBO. , Assistant Business M_anager-H. T.
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Philologian:
W. L. w. H.
BuRNET'r, HAYES, RYLAND;
LOUTHAN.
WORK PRELUDE.
They tell me that the songster old Oft tuned his lyre for sordid gold ; That, kneeling at a monarch's feet., .He hymned the melody so sweet; We deem the half-forgotten lyre Was touched with Orpheus' heavenly fire. But not alone the golden ring Did tempt the bard of old to sing. 'Twas often to a lady fair, Whose dove-like eyes and golden hair Had won his love, and to his heart Had visions brought he'd fain impart. 'Twas oft for her _his harp he rung, And songs of love and valor sung ; And if he was a father good And bore the cross and wore the hood, Perchance his tender, mournful song Had crept the vaulted roof along Of some old cloister, and had found A bridegroom in its arches round, Twining itself with soft caress About their stern unloveliness, And shielding with its form so bright
Their grimness from the old monk's sight. No minstrelsy, of olden time, Well skilled in melody and rhyme; No knight, beneath fair lady's bowe ·r, Waiting her smile-a priceless dower; No monk, content in lonely cell, · Knowing and known not. . Even as well Not live at all, as live apart From the great, throbbing, pulsing heart Of God's humanity: We know No better, truer thing below Than earnest labor. So I sing That honest, true, and goodly thing. SONG.
One day God rested-only oneAnd he said to the man : "At the rising sun Shalt thou, and the woman I gave thee, 'go Where the stream thro' the garden doth calmly flow, And there for thy hands thou wilt find a task." The man went forth, nor stayed to ask The reason for labor in place so swee~?