C O RNELL V ERSE
A v o u o f se c o m s wr b th e st u d ts o l me le ted p e , itten y en f
C O RNELL UNIV ERSITY
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C O M PILE D BY
HENRY AD ELBERT I YO N F
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HIS TO RICAL PUBLIS HING C O M PANY
PHILAD ELPHIA
PREF ACE
CHIS little volume is off ered to the public with o ut any apology or excuse for its existence ; the m s n ain obj ect being that ofpre erving , in some conve ient
t o form , the many bits o f rhyme which have helped divert the thoughts of the student during the leisure n o t I ts hours when engaged in heavier work . merits rest upon the fact that it represents m ore truly than anything else can , the love that a sense of a higher
t o education imparts student life .
r C o r n ellian s I As the poems were all w itten by ,
fo r trust that the love Cornell University , with all of its i hallowed associations an d pleasant memories , w ll make the hearts of those wh o have l eft their Alma Mater
u o warm p over the happy recollections of the past s tacitly brought before them , and that the undergraduates m ay be inspired t o invoke the muse still further t o help them sing of the glories of Cornell .
wh o t I Those have lef their Alma Mater will , feel ,
s t o turn aside with pleasure from the cares of busine s, o f s v f o r read some these verse , and the lo e the careless , happy lif e spen t at College will come back again with a o f flood j oyous memories . I am indebted t o many fo r the kin d assistance I they have given me in making this collection , and trust f that my gratitude may n ot be overlooked , although le t t o f as a closing thought this brie f pre ace .
H E N R Y D E B R T Y O N A L E L .
’ ’ 8 la u n e 1 . Wes e Y . éfi , , j , 97 D ! I N E .
A fter the Ball . A ma Mater College S ong l — Alma Mater Carm . Cornell Alas ! Also in the Morning and Evening Alumni S ong . Arbutus At Midnight S at We Three Fishers . At Night At the Armory At the Gate At Vespers Art at Cornell Autumn Ballad of Deadhead Hill Ballad of S pring Bargain , The
Blossom , The Boating Song Broken Up Castl e Building Th e Chimes o f Cornell , Cloudland S College Rowing ong , A College Heroes Comfort Gitc h ekwasin d The Coming of ,
Comparison , A 1 0 CORNE L L VE RS E Conditioned Consecration of the Beautiful , The Constant Hear , A — t Cornell Carm . Cornell Cornell Chimes , The C o r n ellsc h m er t z m Cornell Unifor , The Crew S ong Daisies Dawn ff Di erence , A Diff erent Dilemma , A Disappointment Dreamer of Dreams , A Dream On Drill
Encore , An — Evening Song Carm . Cornel l Failure Fair but False C o r n el lia n Fair , A Fallen Leaves Far Above Cayuga ’ s Waters Far Away Love Farewell Football Requisites Found ! the Campus L Game of ife , The Golf on Casc ad ill a Field Good E ye I NDE ! I I
Good Example , A
G ood - Night He Who Hesitates— l” His Privilege History as She is Criticised Homeward
Hope .
Idyll , A n
A 11 Idyll , In Junior Year h In S ummer Time at It aca In the Library
Ithaca Girl , The
Jims , The L S ast weet Glimpse , The L earning French
Logical Courtship , A ’ Love s Disg u ise L ove ’ s Hypnotism Love ’ s Recompense ’ S Lover s erenade , A L uke , the Puritan ’ Minstrel s Curse , The Mixed
S Th e . Model tudent , Modern Version , The My Landlady ’ s Bill My Love My True Love Mye V al en tyn e v Mystery Sol ed , The 1 2 C E L L E SE ORN V R . Naturally New Way to Put it , A Oblivion ’ s Gate Ode t o Cornell University On a Bust of A . D . W . O n the Intimations of Immortality On the River 011 the Shore at Night Our Bu d Out of Sight Oxalis , The Passion Pinning His Faith Pulpit Rock Purgatory Drill Purple Blossoms
Queries Query Quite Possible
Race , The Rather Reflections R egistrar, The Regret Rej oicing Repartee Return , The Reverie Ringing of the Chimes , The I E ! 1 ND . 3
Said a Man Who Was Doing Cornell S aid an In nocent Looking Veal I I ” S ai d the Turkey to the Spoon S ensational Reporter , The S erenade Shadow and S unshine S hakespearian Shattered Hopes She Fooled Him S h e Knew the Grip
Snowflake , A Society S omebody
S t o Th e ong She Used Sing ,
S onnet . Sophomore at the Bridge , The S pirit of the Chimes , The S pring Stars of the valley S trange , but True S tudent The S tudent s Toil , A S unday S unset Surplus , The S weet Chimes of Cornell
’ Table D H o te ” Tell Me , Maiden That Last S weet Night That Locker Co mbi n atio n That Voice o 1 C N E L L E E 4 OR V RS .
Three Triolets ’ Tis Policy , You Know To a Brunette To a Carnation T o a Dead Bird To a Picture To a Rose To H elen To My Landlady T o M y Pipe T o My Valentine To the R ain ’ Twas Lent Twilight
Vacation Idyll , A Vespertine V ic to r ibu s S polia Sunt Waiting Watching S ex Weaker , The When Evening Falls When Morning Breaks Which is It Who is Sh e ? Why is It P
Widow , The Within the Valley Woman
Word of Advice , A
N D AM E E . L t / V t C u C C
E L V E C O RN L RS E.
A A LM MATE R .
AR ’ F above Cayuga s waters , With its waves of blue , S tands our noble Alma Mater
t o Glorious V iew .
C H O R US
Li he Chorus , speed it onward ft t , L oud her praises tell , t o Hail thee , our Alma Mater Hail , all hail , Cornell Far above the busy humming Of the bustling town , Reared against the arch of Heaven Looks she proudly down .
CORNELL . / ll Ca n n r n . . Co e
H E ’ m e T soldier loves his general s fa , w The willo loves the stream , h ’ The c ild will love its mother s name , The dreamer loves his dream ;
(I s) ’ s The ailor loves his haven s pier , The shadow loves the dell ; The student holds n o nam e so dear
As thy good name , Cornell . C H O RUS : ’ We ll honor thee , Cornell , ’ We ll honor thee , Cornell , While breezes blow fl o w Or waters , ’ We ll honor thee , Cornell . The soldier with his sword of might / wr it e h is In blood may fame , The prince in marble columns white May deeply grave his name ; But graven o n each student heart There shall unsullied dwell While of this world they are a part
C . Thy own good name , ornell
O
EVE NING S ONG . 7 ” Co r n ell C07 . .
HEN the sun fades far away , In the crimson of the west , An d the voices of the day l o t Murmur w and sink o rest . C H OR US : Music with the twilight falls ’ O er the dreaming lake and dell ; ’ Tis an echo from the walls
o u r . Of own , our fair Cornell [ YL L 1 A VA CA TI ON D . 7 Life is j oyous when the hours
Move in melody along , All its happiness is ours
n While we j oi the vesper song .
W elcome night , and welcome rest , Fading music , fare thee well ;
o to all J y we love the best , L to C ove thee , our fair ornell
A VACATIO N IDYLL . G s o f u THOU H tangled and twisted the cour e tr e love , This ditty explains , N o s so tangle tangled it cannot improve , ” If the lover has brains . d The broa hotel piazza was deserted then and bare , S ave for a man and maiden ; he reclining in a chair Sh e lying i n a ham mock , as we often maidens see , o r While they chat of gowns and parties , or of yachting of sea . Sh e had questioned him of college ; he had tol d her tales a s ore c ” What a pretty pin , she told him ; adding , laughing, d id he dare L t o end to her the little emblem , as her own a while wear ? ”
” “ d d o I can not , he proteste ; it would n ever , because ’ n The transfer is forbidde by the frat s unwritten laws . o No , I al ne must wear the pin and cherish it through life ; ” N — h u n s o n e h f o o w o . girl , well , le s the is to be my wi e I 8 C E L L E S E ORN V R .
’ A moment s pause ; the maiden changed the subj ect with a smile , — m an And chatted on entrancingly and he , poor , the while all t o e Was losing his peace of mind , while sh e , t ll the truth , Was equally delighted with this dashing handsome youth . A casual observer might have noticed from that d ay Whenever she wen t walking , he always went her way ; They had frequent rides together , nor was she ever caught ’ At an y time out sailin g in another fellow s yacht . They danced the lively t wo - step as the music rose and fell ; They swung through m azy waltzes , during which they seemed t o dwell
In a sphere above us mortals , and the subtle summer air
u Cast a spell upon their pu l ses c ast our hero in despair . Did she kn ow h o w much he loved her ? Gladly had he so wished i , t “ But greatly feared to ask her , feared that fatal Yes or No . It was over ; she was going ; they were parting ; yet he Of the words he meant to tell her he could utter not a sound .
' 0 11 the broad hotel piazza fell a sudden bright moonbeam , Cast its light on man and maiden ; 0 11 the badge it cast a gleam . He simply clasped it on her gown ; the maiden u nder stood And then the moon withdrew its face—and why should 771 0 we intrude ? 6 5 .
C E L L E SE ORN V R .
F LEARNING RENC H . ’ I ROLL my r s T o s beat the car , An d twist the diphthongs ro u n d ;
The nasals squeak , I howl and shriek n With strange bacterian sou d .
Bu t still I fear I soon shall hear My dear instru tor say : “ c Oh , Nom de Dieu , d o ? Ah , what to
Y o u n e ar ie n v learns Fra cais .
0
H OPE . HE day has been a fair one And the sky was clear and bright ’ An d I d wandered through the mead - lands t h e In morn with pure delight . As the sun rose high and hig her ’ Came its influence strong and sweet , And stronger pressed it o n me ; Made me happy in its heat .
’ Through the whole day long it c h eer d me Shining warm and soft above , — ’ w Though above me , yet t as with me , Made me happy in my l ove . TO HE L E N 2 1
- But now , behind the hill tops , It hides its face away , And the storm from down the valley , d a Comes and drives away the y.
n And the winds , in a gry tumult , Drive up clouds th at black the skies A nd the pines bend low in moaning
And the snow in flurries flies . And I feel chill desolation ’ Come and settle o er my heart And the howling winds shriek louder , ’ Ah tis sorrowful to part .
’ m ad st For thou , thou the sunshine, Thou caused this heart to glow , ’ Yet tis but right , our parting ;
Ah es so y , it must be .
But still n o night is endless
No storm can rage for aye , And I long and hope for morning
to And thy face grace the day .
0
TO H E LEN . E AID N with the raven hair , S omething I would fain inquire ; w And vour ans er , as it lies s Graven in those rogui h eyes, Comes o set my heart on fire t , Or else drive me to despair . E L L E E 2 2 C ORN V RS . Ah the blushing roses fair w o w; In your cheek , ith crims n glo High with hope my heart doth n w l o w As your a s er , and sweet Tell s m e what I wish t o know m w Leaves y life ithout a care . F r n bac e k .
M A A DREA E R OF DRE M S . BA AD LL E . C A an A O T quite ragged , attic bare , san s A floor carpet , and ceiling low ,
c h ain An aged table , a single
t f r The flam e of a candle blown o and o . Bu t h is thoughts are back in the long ago , F o r the Muse has come , on her snowy wing , And the poet lives with his heart aglow
- I n the dream land realm of a fairy king .
The attic roof is in bad repair , The air is chill with the falling snow And never a coal f o r a fire is there How he longs for the lands where the swallows so But a patient soul is the poet , ’ d There s a song whatever the ays may bring , F o r he knows th at flowers celestial blow
- In the dream l and realm of a fairy king . Though small indeed the poet ’ s share Of wealth and power that worldlings know , He never yieldeth to grim despair . H is s bu t 10 coat may be habby and worn , , A C M P I S N O AR O . 23
t o S There is more l ife than an empty how , And his voice will still have a tender ring , ’ F o r there s j oy unknown to the world below - f In the dream land realm of a airy king . '
L E N vo r .
Ah , Fame , we have sorrows thou canst not know , so wh o And reward scant for the men sing , But we ’ ve laurels brighter than fame can bestow
- In the dream lan d realm of a fairy king . E . A . R .
A COMPARIS ON . O D you know how the North Wind blows , As it sighs through the leafless boughs ; And whirls the leaves as the farmer sows His seed with Heaven - turned vows ?
h o w Then you k n ow I shiver with dread , When the clock is al most at the hour ; a A question is imed at my head , s And around me the storm cloud lower .
w Do you kno how the South Winds blow , As a gentle murmuring rill ; To quiet this angry world below ,
With a silent Peace , be still
Then you know what my jo y is like When the master commences t o say As the clock j ust begins t o strike M — Mr . that will do to day . S W. M N E L L E E COR V RS .
DREAM ON . DREAM on , my love , in slumber sweet , While here , without , I soft repeat That gentle music of thy choice , ’ Wh ich oft I ve heard i n thy dear voice .
Dream on , while there above , thy star Sends its calm rays from realms afar
To light the watches of the night , And give thy lover better sight ’ n Of this window , where oft he s see Thy lovely eyes , m y pretty queen .
o n o f Dream , and may thine eyes sleep Gaze in Love ’ s sacred recess deep Within my heart , and there behol d The words which I have never told , E xcept by glance , except by deed , F o r u n o t d tong es are weak , and will plea .
Dream on , my own , and from thine heart
’ et n o t L Love s sacred message part , F o r God has placed it there for me ” I love , I love , but only thee . [Vo w/t a n u tch in son H .
COMFORT W HEN the world seems dark and dreary , And my life is full of grief , There is one whose voice so cheery f Comes to bring my soul relie . ‘ WE T E E F I S E 2 HR H RS . 5
su n As the with regal splendor , Quick dispels the gloom of night S o so her smile of love , tender s Makes my addened heart grow light .
Laugh away , then , world unfeeling Heedless I , from trouble free ’ L f o er i e renewed comes me stealing , o n e There is , who loveth m e . — sca r . F er n baek O H .
AT F AT MIDNIGHT S WE TH REE IS H ERS . T midnight sat we three fishers A , Tom , and old Jones and I ; F ew i l ghts there were in the village , Few stars in the cloudy sky . Our lines still swayed in th e water Though the fish had ceased t o bite ; We puffed at our pipes in silence And dreamed our dreams in the night .
n Tom was twenty , and I was twe ty , And Tom and I were in love ;
v o u But not old Jones , for he happened , see , To be seventy year and above . The bull frogs croaked in the rushes That border the little lake ; w Old Jones took his pipe from bet ixt his teeth , t Tis just fif y years , I make , C E L L E SE ORN V R . And sure as I live that window
- Is lighted again to night . Did yo u ever hear the story Of the drowning of Elsie Wright ? ”
Tell on your yarn cried Tom and I ,
Tis one we never heard . t E A gen le girl was lsie , h e t S had pledged o me her word .
But I was a wild youn g fellow ,
Her father a stern old man ,
And never a path run rougher ,
t o o Than our true love ran .
For she was a faithful sweetheart , And a dutiful daughter , too ; S h e would not break with h er lover , Nor anger her father anew .
He pledged her hand to another, And set the wedding day ; ’ And Elsie couldn t refuse him , ’ Nor couldn t run away .
o S the night before the wedding ,
I sat in my boat j ust here , Where the lake curves round t o the outlet; m v And as twelve struck on ear ,
F - o u rom the church tower y in the village ,
o o u t I saw th e light g , That burned till the n in her window , o And I put the b at about ,
E L L E E 28 CORN V RS .
ODE TO CORNELL UNIVERS ITY . t s (Dedicated o Profe sor Corson . )
I .
’ E to W HENE R in thought , Cornell , I turn thee , Th y merry chimes each time prelude the dream , s With memories newer day endear to m e , Until I seem t o se e The waters of Cayuga i n the wake Of eight - oared shells reflect the su n W h to hich , setting , biddet the lake Those many - toned farewells which o n e by o n e All into gray tints run ; wh o s - - And I , love weet doing naught , recline
Mid idle oars and make her slumbers mine , Only t o wake when from a far o ff tower The college bells with rising stars combine To tell me of the hour , Which hath but little power To f - so rouse me rom a water dream dear .
S s o n o o . weet chime , ring , y ur merry n tes I hear
II .
’ to o Thus , , in dreams long narrow paths well known d o I wan er through a r cky gorge astray, Down shady banks that free me from the sway O f summer heats a n d thoughts oppressive gro wn ; Far oft have I al one s o f an d Sought refuge there from noon mind heart , Descending windin g stairs cut in a wall Of layered rock by more than human art ,
OD E TO CORNE L L UNI VE RS I T Y 29
To liste n t o the roaring waterfall Whose mists of spray bathe all
d air The trees around , and fill the heate ’ - s e With spring time cool , far more than summer shar . o f t o ld n o w Where of , I linger once more ’ To s feed my soul on nature s whole ome fare , ’ Until , the vision o er , Above the water ’ s roar
o f Faint notes bells fall on my listening ear .
S s n . weet chime , ri ng on , your merry otes I hear
’ But n o t alon e Cayuga s lake I see
k ‘ ’ d ill a s n o r C asc a n . By ight , gorge at noo ’ n o t C o r n ellia s Thy gifts are only boon , u v m Fair Nat re , lea ing all beside the weak ; F o r from the sluggish creek W e — wa call it Rhi ne that lakeward wends its y,
- - And deep cut , torrent worn ravines between , New Ithaca climbs ever day bv day _ Unweariedly a hill with v erdure green ,
A home endeared , I ween ,
wh o to To all come its student haunts know , A nd , sharing its ambition come to grow Unconsciously attached to that fair crown
o Of lights upon the hill , which fame best w , And nobly, earned renown Upon the aspiring town
t o n o That lends with me bells listl ess ear .
S w s r eet chimes , ring on , your merry n ote I hea . 0 C E L L E SE 3 ORN V R .
IV .
a n s Lake , gorges , y, and tow , each their due hare Of memories awake , but most of all , d o When chimes I hear , Cornell , I recall Thy massive halls , thy drives and gardens fair, And that pure atmosphere Which makes the strong t o overcome the claims Of older rivals to the place of old By Athens held , however great their n ames . o Though young in years , oh , be thou free and b ld , Gi fts thine alone to hold , f ear i u t o That g neither past n or years be , Thy sons an d friends may come in thee t o see A city set upon a lofty hil l ’ Forth - fl ash in g threefold light o er land and sea Unweariedly , until , ’ Prophetic of God s will , l ’ C o r n e lia n words fall on Col umbia s ear .
S s . weet chime , ring on , your merry notes I hear
V .
A threefold light , I said , for thou must feed ,
’ Columbia s Athens , body , mind and soul ,
’
- And threefold make thy foster children s goal , ’ If thou wouldst meet the coming age s need , And shine supreme i ndeed . wh o v t o Hence hail , ye athletes , all stri e make Your nerves and muscles bide each manly test ; ’ W h o long have floated on Cayuga s lake Olympian crews none venture to contest
11 Or . Nor east, south , nor west T WI L I G 1 HT. 3
o f Hail , doubly hail , ye athletes the mind , W h o wreaths o f conquering thought contend t o bi n d ’ Around your youthful mother s spacious brow .
t o o But trebly hail , ye who , long outshined ’ By brawn and brain , Cornell e en now
- With spirit lore endow , ’
- And words that bell like reach the spirit s ear .
Sweet chimes , ring on , your merry notes I hear.
—Co n r l n a n clon ey L g .
W H T ILIG T . DU LL gray sky
’ O er which swallows fly ; And sweeps of meadow parched and dry ; The twitter of birds ; The lowing of herds ; A rift in the clouds in the West The sough of the winds In the sun - scorched pines ; ’ Then the moaning o f doves and the owlet s cry ; The echo of wheels In th e mown hay - fi eld s ; ’ s And the day with a quiver at rest . — o b r t d er Bo n R e A g we . 2 C O E L L E S E 3 RN V R .
MY LOVE . ’ I KE - rain pools over Autumn s leaves, ’ My sweet Love s eyes to me ; L ike sunlight over golden sheaves
- Her wind blown tresses free . Like snow upon the mountain ’ s face The whiteness of her throat ; Her movements of the subtile grace Of lilies all afloat . Her voice is sweet as silver bells ’ O er sheets of moon - lit snow ; Her mouth , a full ripe flower , where dwells ’ The sunset s crimson glow . Her soul is tender as blue ski es A Southern day above ; While in her heart all priceless lies
The Diamond of her love . ober t d er Bo wen R A g .
TH ON E RIV ER .
O UT on the river at twilight , While the oars dipped softly in , And the dear old so n gs were blended
’ With the waterfall s distant din ;
While the round moon rose up slowly Over the crested hill , And silvered a thousand ripples ;
- - When mourned the whip poor will .
C N E L L E E 34 OR V RS . All is peace and Quiet round it , ’ S ave the water s rush an d roar ; s m a Churchmen for their creed y struggle , ’ It will preach as e er before . F u r lo n u ber t g R .
H T E B LOSSOM .
(From Heine . )
so HOU art like a blossom , S o gentle , fair and pure ; I view th ee , and my bosom Can scarce the pain endure . My hands an d heart are l aden w With blessing , and ith prayer , That God m ay keep thee , maiden ,
S o . gentle , pure , and fair Geoz e u u stu s u m se g A g R y .
FAR AWAY L OVE . AR F away love , far away love , o ff My spirit wings to thee , Beating the clouds in the heavens above ,
’ ’ n Winging o er land , wi ging o er sea , ’ n Far away love , tis wingi g to thee . L E ’ I G I E O V S D S U S . 35
Turning from revel , from banquet and s ong ,
f o r Yearning , my love , thee , S weeping swift on the storm along , My soul flies fast with the cloud s that fl ee t o Over the continent , love , thee . May Tim e fly as f ast with his scythe and glass t o Bringing thee , love , me ,
As the hurrying flakes of snow that pass , h Bearing the mont s on his pinions free ,
t o . Bearing thee , far away love , me —H er l)er l Cr om bie o we H .
’ LOVE S DIS GUISE . LY Eros once k nocked at the door Of one whose heart had oft before Withstood the crafty wiles of Cupid ; ’ W h o d eu c d voted Love , in fact stupid .
“ ” ’ see E nter , he called , then wait I ll
W h o this faint applicant may be . He looked , and there before him stood A little maid in cloak and hood . ” W h o ? may you be , my little one The brown eyes glanced demurel y dow n As soft replied the little dame , ’
s . Platonic friendshi p , sir, m y name ” d Welcome , thrice welcome then , crie he,
f o r Right often have I wished thee , For with thy presence in my heart ’ ’ I ll snap my fingers at Love s dart . C E L L E E ORN V RS . Bu t while he chuckled t o himsel f At that poor lorn , defeated elf , S l o ff s y Cupid threw mask and gui e , f And stood con essed before his eyes .
M O R AL . Should love attempt to find a way o ’ Into y ur hearts , don t say him nay ; F o r y find a way he surel will , ’ Till mountain streams shall run uphill .
oli n la n a m ilto n j A H .
A H H IS TORY S S E IS CRITICIS ED . E o n d W H N Columbus , iscovery bent , Across an unknown ocean went , How uselessly his time was spent . For yo u and I as critics know — His work had been done years ago . When S hakespeare wrote those wondro us plays For men of every age t o praise And made the stage with gl ory blaze ’ Twas fruitless toil . We critics claim t He had no right o work or fame . When Washington his little hatchet ’ Had used and didn t try t o patch it ’ “ s o By lying , he wouldn t catch it ’ Twas foolish—scholars all agree There was no hatchet and no tree . GO N I GH OD T . 37 When Pocahontas ’ naughty pop ’ Decided Joh n S mi h s head t o chop t — “ ” S h e threw herself between yelled sto p ! ’ — Twas wasted breath f o r critics say S h e mended socks at home that day . — o u And , would you think it y an d I Are dail y making history lie d o If we anything but die . ’ s For critics when our live they ve twisted , o Will pr ve we never have existed . Alber t E llis 0 — GOOD NIGHT . O D D - NIGHT ! Good - n ight ! The rippl ing stream S t o ings the trees that i dly dream ,
’ From whose dark tops the n ight - bird s song F loats with the babbl ing waves along .
Good - night ! The bright - eyed daisy keeps Watch wh ile the w il d oxal is sleeps ; And , looking up , reflects a star I n each green m eadow n ear an d far .
Good - n ight ! Good - n ight ! The wooded hill No longer hears the rumbl ing m ill , But still resounds , i n echoes weak , The blended voices of the creek .
’ No breeze d isturbs the m aple s leaves ; The sp i der now h l s cobweb weaves ;
An d to he fu moon pal e an d bright , t ll “ ” T h e whole worl d sings Good - n ight ! Good - n ight ! — Willia m Ch a u n ce L an d on r y g , j . C E LL E SE ORN V R .
TH E SU RPLUS . S o UOTH the grave ol d college en i r, With a Men tor - l ike demeanor Overcrowded all th ings human ; Surplus men an d surplus women ; S urplus everywhere we see ; Can this probl em solved be ? ” h Arc ly at her true love sm il ing , All his sombre gloom begu il ing ; L ightly from h is logic turn ing , Thus she answers to h is learn i n g ’ S eems t o me that s easy done ; Doesn ’ t marriage make two one ? ” Alber t E llis
F THE CONS ECRATION OF TH E BEAUTI UL . UR modern science seeks t o prove All matter and all force 1 n d est r u c t ibl e Are , and move
Through one un en ding course , An d forces are but f orms of on e Derived from one great source , the sun . The beautiful , it may be shown , Has l ife eternal , too , And i n an empire of its own n Is ever formed a ew .
t o Although it seems fade an d fly , ’ f — i a i Tis but trans ormed t c nnot d e. C SE C TI OF TH E BE A TI F L ON RA ON U U . 39
t l1 e s u n For when through rosy clouds _ Doth gl ide away from sight ; d a Although the brill iant y is don e , The beauties of the n ight , ’ In moon an d stars from heaven s seat ,
The splen dor of the day repeat . Or if the clouds ecl ipse the moon They fall in gentle showers , t o An d all the earth begi ns bloom , A paradise of flowers .
n Or l i ghtn ing , through the heavens tor , o f Reveals the beauty the storm . The forest on the mountai n side L ifts high its l eafy head ; In autum n blushes l ike a bride ;
An d when the leaves are dead , The soft wh ite mantl e of the pl ai n Is proof their death was not i n va in .
’ l aws wit h An d Nature s , wondrous heed , A latent beauty store ; The flowers droop , but i n their seed
to They liv e bloom once more . An d beauty stored w ith i n the brain , a In memory breaks forth gain .
In Beauty ’ s realm each changing force E xists withi n the mind , An d love is the etern al source In wh ich each diff erent k in d Of beauty fin ds its pristin e b i rth , s And is sent forth to bl e s the earth . 0 C E L L E S E 4 ORN V R . An d love an d beauty through the world
Move onward hand in hand ,
An d breathe upon the human soul ,
That man may understan d ,
In earth , as in the heaven above ,
u All things are beautiful thro gh love .
’ — a n a F er r i n Web r A e .
S ONNET .
’ To ( my chum s piano . )
F thou oul dst know what oft of thee I crave , c ' s Then urely wouldst thou lasting qu iet keep , And thereb y comfort one who oft would weep When thy sweet power doth drive from studies grave , ’ Doth steal way thoughts of qu iz , an d makes m e slave T0 that voluptuous m ight wh ich puts t o sleep When most I should my senses keep .
” ” N o ! N o ! ! I cry . To learn one must be brave
Vainly I plead . Though long an d earnestly I pray , Thou hast no p ity , mercy for poor me . Thy m elody doth swell ; l ike one ensnared , I l ift my feeble head , but still as prey ’ Fall t o thine o er wh elm i n g mastery - N ot r e An d thus at quiz to morrow must murmur, p ar ed p . h a r l s e h L v C e j os p e y .
2 E S E 4 CORNE L L V R .
’ m ad n in About she twirls in g maze , l Till wearied , ike a dove at night ,
That scarce its snowy head can raise , In foreign country stays its fl ight ,
Nor th inks how home may be attained . S o she now sinks (slowis her fall ) Until the hostile ground is gained , ’ ’ r r a O e sp e d w ith autumn s loathsome pall .
’ An d there she l ies ; but tis not long S h e melts from sight , the on e most fair
O f all that w ilful , gladsome throng
- That danced so ga ily i n m id air . ! m Ah any souls to me , it seems ,
t o Like her heavens h igh have grown ,
1 Whom Fate called from the r i dle dreams ,
An d cast upon a worl d u nknown ,
t o o t o Whence , all tender remain , They silently have passed away — As she not fashioned f o r the pain ’ Of contact with Earth s cruel clay . ’ - I> er th a M a r ion
ON A BUST OF A . D . W . (In the Cornell L ibrary . ) N marbl e cold of spotless white , Carved by a master hand , How m any a student w ill del ight To trace the marks of spirit gran d , Of rarest culture i n the land ,
A T TH E A R M OR Y. 43 O f high resolve an d purpose strong
To ai d the right , to conquer wrong , To stan d the good of earth among ; But , ah . how l ittle can reveal The poet w ith h is metred song , Or sculptor with unfeel ing steel The generous h eart is n ever kn own By gazing on the sculptured stone ; That power that makes the meanest feel There is a som ething better far Than wealth an d fame an d k nowledge are , That makes the proudest - hearted own The sway of feel ings that enthron e
r n l The p 1 c e y brotherhood of man .
— L o u is Ca r l E h le .
AT THE ARMORY .
’ HE un der classman s face grows bright ; About h is l ips a sm ile doth play ; H is eyes have caught the joyful words
- Upon the board : No d rill to day . E L L E S E 44 CORN V R .
A LOGICAL COURTS HIP . (Dedicated to the Sophomores . BARBARA was a lovely girl who had a Perfect Figure , Her mouth a sm ile , her hair i n curl , and pretty as a p icture . ’ No w S , weary of my ingular Term , I d pai d her oft atten tion , T ill her father asked m e , plain an d firm , my Meaning and Intention .
t o — a A Proposition seemed me Un iversal on e , too Most Valid for us both to be , would I the dearest girl woo . — One day I chanced to meet my love Per Accidens , just m ind An d k issed by sunny sk ies above and fanned by m il d soft w ind ,
We sat beneath the branches of the Tree of Porphyry ,
An d i n the magic spell of ove were happy as could be . l “ I stole a k iss ; she blushed and said : That process is Ill ic it ! ” And yet she did not move her head ; what coul d I d o but kiss it ? These words hen i n her ear I sighed T must ei her t ” t be or not be , Wh ile E uler ’ s Diagrams I tried (my arm around her waist—see ? ) S h e : looked first thoughtful , then looked glad what answer di d she deign to give ? ! ! Oh , lucky man Oh , rapture mad that Particular - B n a 7n n ffi e i a th a n . A rmative . j N F O TB L L R E UJ SJ TE S O A Q . 45
E FOOTBA LL R QUISITES . W HAT makes a model football man ? 0 11 A massive frame , built a plan L ike that the Grecian gods assumed ’ \Vhen warring gainst a city doom ed ;
The muscles strong as braided w ire , An d l imbs wh ich n ever seem to t ire ;
Rap i dity of hand an d eye , An d feet that fairly seem to fly ; E t o n duran ce withstan d each shock , Unyiel ding as the solid rock , ’ Tis only traits l ike th ese that can l Comb in e to make a footbal man .
\V h at makes a model football man ? A heart , that si nce it first began With l ife the body to supply , Has beat with courage pure a n d h igh ; A pluck that will not learn defeat From any team that one may meet ;
Which risks the l imbs , an d laughs at pain , Nor hesitates to try agai n ;
An d college spirit fostered well , L ike that wh ich thrives at old Cornell , ’ Tis o n ly traits l ike these that can
t o Comb i ne make a football man .
’ A a n a F er r in 6 C N E L L E E 4 OR V RS .
MY TRU E LOVE .
’ t h o u r t HOU , my sweet one , when near Naught but joy my heart can fi n d '
’ Naught but bl iss can then steal o er m e , f All my cares are le t behind .
L et these l ips once more caress thee ; Come thou , soothe my troubled breast . Thou , my p ipe , again I bless thee ; ’ Mong all my loves , I love thee best .
CONDITION E D .
’ summer s brief joys I give court , TO And each day seems the same repetition 10 ! Of pleasures when , my report I t S hows I ve incurred a condition !
A yearning will com e , as I pore Over tomes of most drear erud ition , ’ F o r tenn is . I ll study no more ; ’ To - n morrow I ll Bohn that con ditio .
Fair mai ds show m e cool , shady nooks , An d they hol d m e i n happy subm issio n A lover . Away with dull books ; ’ I ne er will take up my con dition .
8 CORA/E L L E S E 4 V R .
THE MODEL STUD ENT . O N n ights up late unless at books , N o brain chock full of empty nooks No smok ing deadly cigarettes , N o m p itching cents or ak ing bets ,
N o c smoking pipes on ollege walks ,
- No l ibrary disturbing talks , N o ak ing , from the stan d , umbrellas , “t ” N o changing hats w ith other fellows , ’ No poker chips right merry cl inks ,
’ N O Z drowning sorrow down at i nck s .
’ N O Bo h n s edition , nor a horse , N o — o r pon i es , cribs , or cuts worse ; ’ N o d d : slang , no oaths , no talk that s sho y — ! In fact , no other than Nobody Ben a m in a th a n j N .
C R N H M RTZ O E LLS C E . (Among a collection of land scapes E long room stretches into dusky gloom , TH The soft light falls in gl orifying rays O n paintings , etchings , bits of light and shade , ’ Suggestions of an artist s dreamy days . I revel in the color richness there I revel at Art ’ s cunning that has caught The hues of sunset , wood and hill and field , Their deepest meaning on mere canvas wrought . ORN E L L S H /II E R T2 C C . 49
y But whil e I gaze , from ever line and tint Remembrance doth a dearer story tell . t E ach pic ure calls a memory , dim or bright , Of happy comradeship with thee , Cornell . l ide p acid rivers winding far away , 0 11 Blue sparkling lake depths, white foam dashed high , m Mean fair Cayuga in its varying oods , R c esponsive to the moods of hanging sky .
’ In wood crowned hills, i n valley s gentle lap , ’ l ’ In meadow s green , in rolling up and s swell I see the setting which h as made thy n ame Mean all of beauty and of charm , Cornell .
’ I catch a glimpse of E n fi eld s rocky gorge In cliffs that tower abruptly to the sky ; E ach mountain stream in glen or deep ravine , ’ Casc ad illa s Is torrent rushing by .
o ’ Dark hemlock b ughs bend neath their weight of snow , ’ As o er thy winding paths on wintry days , H t h e ere flame the autum n tints , there lie warm brown woods
As ’ in thy Indian summer s faint blue haze .
- This after glow that melts in purple dusk , f ’ Whose so t dark veil o er lake and valley lies , Where but beyond thy sloping western hills Could bloom such tender violets in the skies ?
Hark surely those are chimes . F rom neighboring square Peals forth the voice of sweet toned vesper bell , th . S But not y chimes wift rush the sudden tears , d Ah happy , happy ays with thee , Cornell . E L L E E so CORN V RS .
D A S UN Y .
a (In Ithac . ) I S S ; unday all the world is stilled , ’ A calm breathes o er the air ; q With tran uil peace my heart is filled , l Good wil towards all I bear . All nature rests ; the shrubs and trees Add quiet to the day ; I dream in happy , peaceful ease With thoughts far, far away . Ah , silence works a mighty charm O n s u ch men as I am ; — ’ No soun d but what s that wild alarm ? l - i - i - r a - r a - a - rn E rn Tele g . l —E n n a t/i o n e j a 7n i N .
H T E CHI MES O F CORNE LL . ’ (Written by C . F . Allen , 73 , and read at the first an nual din ner o f the R ocky Mountain Cornell Alumni
Co l . Association , Denver , ) IT was in the ripening autumn ’ 6 Of the year of 9, That I saw the Cornell campus With some anxious friends of mine . y In the sight of fair Ca uga , Robed in mysteries of blue , We filed our entrance papers With the little that we knew . TH E I M E S OF N E L L 1 CH C OR . 5 a The ye rs have fled like eagles , In a dozen varying climes ; h e But we still may hear t ringing O f the un forgotten chimes .
O N ewfi eld On the hills f , faintly , On the bosom of the lake , L f o o tbells ike the of a fairy , Would their dying echoes break .
In the deep , eternal canon , ’ By the sea s sad , sounding shore , They have rung their changes often o r e As they never rung of y .
’ a S a O er the tr il of high ierr s , Where the patient burro climbs , We have heard the unseen swinging ,
We have heard the Cornell chimes .
I start sometimes and listen To the ponderous middle bell ; Then the sweet face of its giver
Is awakened by the spell ,
s Or the minor tones ring adly , ’ For another s vanished life ; For h er gifts despoil in giving At the shameless hands of stri fe .
But their warm hearts speak forever , In a flood of mellow hymns ; They are still smal l voices mingled
In the aria o f their chimes . N E L L E S E COR V R . We have passed sometimes s o closely ’ T o the reaper s cruel scythe ; We have faced the storm and darkness We have sa ved alone the tithe .
We may so w the grain in gladness
But we reap with weary hands , Knotting in our stricken lilies ,
- With the golden harvest bands .
su n h Yet the need n ot be idden , Nor the stars in troublous times , a There is cour ge born of music ,
a There is m gic in the chimes .
u They uplift the misty c rtains , From the fair expanse of years ; o u tst r ec h ed There are hands to help us , There are eyes that fill with tears .
The soldier dies exultant , With a kiss upon his lips ; The sailor sinks undaunted r 11 F o the white sails of 15 ships .
In the perfumed fields of summer , ’ I n the winter s sleet and rimes , L et our hearts be strong and brave , - ff For the far o Cornell chimes . TI To A CA RN A ON. 53
A MYSTERY S OLVE D . ’ N E winte r s day as the sun went down And the shadows grew deep on hill and A hapless stranger in the tow n r Ben eath the Barnes Hall portal strayed , ’ And heard borne from the gloom o er h ead Wild sounds , that filled his soul with dread .
k Wild cries and shrie s were heard aloft ,
a n d With prayers and groans yells , And soun ds unutterable , as oft Of horrid murder tells , ’ e er m o r e Of ghosts unburied , who Must wander on the Stygian shore .
The stranger crossed himself in fear . What devils h owl at even dim What are those awful sounds I hear ? ” n A smiling stude t answered him , Those fearful sounds the night winds bring ? ’ Why that s the Glee Club practicing .
TO A CARNATION . O D ES T flower Of lasting worth , O f richest dye , Though born of earth . O RI VE L L V E S E C R .
The fairest rose That ever grew Can tell not half ’ That s told by you . Thy meaning is A ffection pure That lives and lasts ,
' A love that s sure .
! en n d F u r lon u r t K e y g R be .
BOATING S ONG . OLLY Cornell students o f In the days yore , On Cayuga ’ s waters Plied the splashing oar ; Over bars and shallows Where the white oa m flew f , There our gallan t coxswain S teered the Cornell crew .
Gone are Cornell yachtsmen , Gone the days of yore ; S till our jolly sailors ’ Cruising round ashore , When perchance a Casey ’ s . t ’ Zin c k ie s Or at are , S teer their foaming schoon er ’ O er the perilous bar .
C E L L E RS E ORN V .
With gentle sigh did I entreat , t o That she me a kiss woul d treat , And thus my happiness complete , — ’ S h e d id now wouldn t y o u ?
’ Bu t turning roun d with glance discreet sa w t o I her dad , with club beat , t o And as I wished not thus meet , — ’ I ran n o w wouldn t you ?
TH E CORNE LL CHIM ES . EACH coming morn I list in vain , o ld To hear the bells ringing , For j ingling rhymes Of college chimes Are memories now of by - gone times ; A far o ff lingering refrain 11 0 Of song bells are singing .
a Each noon gain I miss their cheer, su n n v Their message falling , With magic spell O 11 ears , where dwell o f Faint echoes speaking Cornell , Of men and things now doubly dear , S ince lost beyond recalling .
’ But tis at eve , when sets the sun , That most I miss their greeting ;
H E ! L I T O A S . 57 w s Their silence speaks o f months and eek , n o w Which fondl y my memory seeks , Where bells and waters blend in one
’ O er rocky gorges meeting . ’ — Cou r tn e L a n a on y g .
TH ! E O ALIS . ’ OTHER Nature s youngest babv Rosy l ittle child , d Up at aybreak , bright and early , O n the grassy wild . L aughing softly with the sunbeams Hiding , when they frown , n d s In the long grass , where the dro e ream Till the sun g oes down . All day its little petals Redden in the sun , Till the restful evening settles And the day is done . Then it closes leaves and petals As rou nd the shadows creep , Till again the morning hours Wake it from its sleep . ’ Wi llia m Co u r tn e L an aon y g , f r . 8 C E L L E S E 5 ORN V R .
! A GOOD E AMPL E . H I S race between the diff erent frats Is running to excess To o oft a m an is pressed by a ll on e Before gets his yes .
Learn wisdom of the weaker sex ; ’ u With hem , ho gh tis dis ressing , t t t“ One always has t o get the yes Before one does the pressing . j oh n A la n
H I S PRIVI LE GE . S AW h im kiss her , what cared I ’ Though she did kiss another ? I ’ d still a finger in the pie Th a t fellow was her brother . — ’ ’ j oh n A n eelan a
H E WHO H ES I TATES TANDS my love upon the stair , S r o u ish miles a g , tempting greeting ; Only dared I kiss her there , ’ D o you thi n k she d care ? Chances are so ra re and fleeting . ‘ o Ah ! t o late ; her mother s there . — h n l n a m ilt n ]o A a H o . S E E N E R AD . 59
A DI LE MMA .
t o t ? HICH one ake , the dark or fair I stood bereft of action , For they were each of beauty rare ; T o choose one was distraction . Which one should rest upon my bre ast ’ To hear my heart s wild beating ; To hold around my neck entwined ? — ’ But choose I must time s fleeting . Select which one t o hold my hand To squeeze and press to tightness , Which on e to take t o clasp my n eck a n d In pure stainless whiteness .
But choose , and end this wild suspense , Dost hesitate ’ twixt love and dollars ? ’ N0 : But tis such a strai n to pick ’ - On e s evening neck ties , gloves , and collars . Ben a m i n a th an j N .
S ERENAD E . R n H E E is a star I love as mi e , ’ F o r earth is bright where er it shi n e ; But if a cloud obscure its spark Then all the world t o me is dark . A lovel y face the single light ; n n Her smile is day , her frow is ight . C N E L L E S E OR V R .
m e There is a bell to most dear , Whose tones ring out with love and cheer For j oyful heart— but sadly toll ’ In harmony with S orrow s sou .
' l - l A maiden s voice , this sweet toned bel Wherein both j oy and sadness dwell . ’ Will ia m Co u r tn e L an aon y g ,
A CONSTANT H EART . LET h im who w ill sing beauty ’ s praise I n honeyed word and heated phrase Her virtues tell ; But thou , my muse , thy accents raise To sing that star of quen chless rays A constant heart .
u s Ah , well may beauty please when Fon d peace to m irth looks love again , An d all is bright ; But when dull care and sorrow blen d ’ T oppress my soul , oh give me then A constant heart .
Whe n summer skies an d sm il ing seas m Bring gladness to y hours of ease , Let beauty sm ile ; YVit h sadder days my soul there ’ ll seize ’ t h o u ll A longing nought but appease , A constant heart .
C E L L E SE ORN V R .
Or when the sun had sunk to rest , L aying thy head upon thy breast , Hast passed i n innocent sleep the n ight , An d rising ere the m orn ing l ight Thy simpl e song i n thanks hast given o f That move the very heart heaven .
But every joy must en d at last , An d n o w thy happy l ife is past ; Beside me l ies thy graceful form , Once flushed w ith joyous l ife and warm . The rai n has soiled thy once fair crest , An d dreary n ights have chilled thy breast ; Yet earth has taken thee to rest An d formed for thee a oving n est ; . l The sun doth sh in e with sadder l ight , S ince thou art taken from his sight ; The w in d , once rude , has gentler grown , And s oftened more his dreary moan S t h v ince thou , sweet bird , hast still ed breath ’ n r - n d in slee o f In the e e e g p death .
Thus run my thoughts in study brown : f D issecting kn ives have allen down , The b ird untouched upon the slab Is this the way I work at lab : Day - dreaming at my work so soon This warm and drowsy afternoon .
- Ro ber t j am es Kellog g . S S E 6 UN T. 3
AT VES PE RS . IN the shadowy aisle she ’ s kneel ing While the organ soft is peal ing , An d the notes com e fa i ntly steali ng Through the heavy scented air .
From the w in dows man ifol d B d lazoned there i n blu e an d gol ,
Heroes , martyrs , sai nts of old ,
Watch the maiden at her prayer . — ’ j a r ea V a n Wag en en
T S UNS E .
AS I musing gaze through the sun - l ighted haze ’ G an ser a a s That fill g valley , w At the h ills all aglow , an d the earth do n below
’ O er which purpl ing m ists , far an d n ear , rally , - t h e Whil e the grass clad h ills an d the trees an d rills ,
In the sunset , gleam , green or sparkling , L ike th e paradise on earth , of the Bethlehem of b irth Of sweet peace , an earth era mark ing ; I n the bl issful trance , the bew ildered glan ce ,
Dece ived by the sh immer an d m ist , S ees faces div ine w ith brightest l ight sh ine ,
’ An d forms n e er by earth - l ight k issed ; An d the soaring soul , beyon d the cloud scroll , s Partakes of the joy of the blest . — ober t Tr em ai n . R H. 6 C N E L L E SE 4 OR V R .
A NEW WAY TO PUT IT .
w r THERE she sat , w ith s eet su prise M ixed w ith the m isch ief i n her eyes ;
Wh ile before her he stood calm , Hol ding i n his outstretched palm A t iny c irclet made of gold , Chased w ith figures quaint an d old . ’ ’ ” h e Twas my gran dm a s ring , said , o Then qu ite low , w ith face gr wn red , f This o fering now to you I bring , ” o u Plead with y to take this ring . From her face the laughter d ied t As she urned her face aside , Slowly took the proff ered ban d ; S l ipped it on her bare white hand ; “ ’ That s righ , for don t you see , i t ” I can now your grandma be .
H ON T E INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY . AS orga n tones w ith deep m elodious roll Through cloistered aisles with holy shadows dim , S o w ith immortal long ings comes th is h ym n An d sinks w ith mellowed music i n the soul . ’ — o ber t a er Bo wen R A g . A YCH I N G 6 W . 5
WH EN MORNING BREAKS . W HEN morn ing breaks what fortun e waits for me ? What sh ips shall rise from out the m isty sea ? What friends shall clasp my han d i n fond farewell ? ’ - h What dream wroug t castles , as n ight s clouds dispel , ? Shall raise their sun - k issed towers upon the lea
- - To n ight the moon queen sh in ing wi de and free ,
- To n ight the sigh ing breeze , the song , and thee But tim e is brief . What com eth , who can tell , When morn ing breaks ?
- - ! To n ight , to n ight , then happy l et us be ’ - - ! To n ight , to n ight , l ife s shadowy cares shall flee w And though the da n come i n with ch ime or kn ell , When n ight recalls its last bright senti nel
1 I shall , at least , have m emor es left to me , When morn ing breaks . E d a r d alei h w A . R g .
WATCH ING . SINC E yo u have passed without m y gate a Dearest , my he rt is desolate , Lo , I do naught but watch and wait e Until , p rchance , you come again .
For if, while I am waiting , he W h o took you from the librar y Brings you , umbrella , back to me , My watching shall not be in vain . ’ “ Br i n . O e H . C E L L E S E ORN V R .
A N E NCORE .
I . APARLOR bright With fi r e - light ; A maiden on tip - toe ; A vision fa r,
' i W h it arms in air ,
h e S twines th e mistletoe .
II . The chandelier ’ s Bright polished spheres
Are crowned with berries white , A ring is heard And like a bird
h e S flutters out of sight .
I II . A manl y form I n ulster warm The next roo m occupies ; 10 From pocket , , S ome mistletoe He draws with laughing eyes .
IV . Then deftly o ’ er The curtained door The vine is hung with care , ’ And list n in g ear Can faintly hear Her footfall on the stair . A L O VE R ’ S S E RE NADE 67
V . The toll he sips From unspoiled lips Ere they can frame a No ; O fleeting bliss A stole n kiss Beneath the mistletoe .
VI . Remorseful he , Indignant she ’ n But grants him pardo s boon . With some delay Sh e l eads the way Into the other room .
VII . A n upward glance Could it be chance Her eyes are drooping lower; What could he d o ?
Ah , what would you But render an encore
Pa r k er
’ A LOVER S S ERE NAD E . L S EEP , lady mine , at thy lattice caressing The breeze flower perfumed shall l inger and A nightingale si n gs in the distance expressing A music the ages have failed to outvie . 6 E L E 8 C ORN L V RSE .
’ t o Sleep sweet , and dream , tis thee he is singing May n o harsher sounds on thy dreams ever break ’ u Though the Q een Rose , below the old tree where h e s swinging ,
b - Imagines the ird song is all for her sake .
f o r Dorothy sleep , thy bedside attending Good angels surround and will guard thee from harm May thy life so be nought but a j o y - dream u nending w With never a shado or thought to alarm . S l e abl o win leep ove , the breez at thy lattice g Is a lullaby sung to my love by the night ,
a lo win An d the stars in the wide arch of heaven g g , d ’ t Shall echo the song for the reamer s deligh . E d a r d a l . w A . R eig h
W D H OM E AR . WINDING Cayuga in the fading light , h As sout we bear to scenes we hold most dear , ’ Neath the red west , before our weary sight The ruddy waters of thy lake appear .
d An d as we win by shore and wooded height ,
Far up the steep , where first the darkness falls , Backed by the gloom , penciled upon the night , ’ o u r m Hail we with joy Al a Mater s walls . — A E a m G es . . .
0 C E L L E E 7 ORN V RS .
’
L E Nvo r .
t to w Yet Fate , thou has been kind sho her face I That might have the memory of its grace . ’ w The sun is set , but there s the afterglo , And I may glory in its light a space h as Though Daisy forgotten long ago . — E d r l i h wa d . a e A R g .
REFLECTIONS . E ’ ING ING nea h he shaded bower , R ' t t view th e so I scenes old and dear . The c h imes fro m yonder high clock - tower Give welcome music , soft and clear .
The scenes are old , yet life is new ; u For early friends whom first we fo nd , Have passed the little cycle through , n And left to us the open grou d .
The past is gone beyond control , u Th e future onl y beckons yo . Then with a purpose firm and bold ’ t o d o We ll enter what we have .
Though most of us a sadness feel , ’ f In missing friends who ve gone be ore , W ’ e ll buckle on the arms of steel , An d struggle onward as of yore . — E m m ll r a S . M i e .
1 VI C TORI E US S POL [ A S UNT . 7
W H EN EVE NING FAL LS . H E N evening falls what joys will fade away ? W hat thoughts will van ish with the busy day ? What hopeful visions of the night before Await to haunt us at the chamber door , When evening falls ?
To - day is fortune open unto all o T day we gaily rise or sadly fall . wh o The moments fly , what cometh , can say , When eveni n g falls ?
? - y - To da , to day , ambition doth arise - - o u r To day , to day , hopes are sun ny skies ; And swiftly as the night - born fancies flee We face the world , and stern reality , to f f d And scorn ear our own de eate cries , When evening falls . ’ — or m a n u tch in son N H , 97 .
V I CTO RI BUS S POLIA SUNT .
(Another verse of a familiar song . )
E E F t o o H R are the reshmen , we know them a n d They are a good class , tried true . I have heard the people say
h to th ev o wn wa When t ey go heaven , will the milky y. ’ sca r F er n bach 6 O H , 9 . 2 C E L L E E 7 ORN V RS .
AN IDYLL .
STO OD ’ in the mellow sunset s glow , w h And over the meado , ric and fair , Came , as comes evening , so ft and slow The tinkle of cow bells , sweet and clear .
By the bars I stood , with the golden light Fading but slowly on the view , As I looked across toward the sunset bright, Whence she came , quiet as evening dew .
At length she stood by the bars , let down , Gazing at me with reproachful look . Her eyes were large and tend er and brown , m And I read the plain as an ope n book .
t o I lifted unhallowed hands her brow , Caressing as only a lover can , And I rubbed her ears , that old brown cow , ’ F o r as I w the milkman s hired man .
S tan ley
vs I PURGATORY . DR LL . ’ . Peter s ood at Heaven s gate , T t S With golden key in hand , When came a spirit worn with toil , ’ Who d sh u fll ed o ff this mortal coil d An sought the Promised Land . CI E T S O Y. 73
Spake Peter ' E r e to Paradise
A11 entrance thou canst win , F t d irs mus hou prove hat thou hast ma e ,
' t t t ’ In Purgatory s gruesome shade , ” t h v Atonement for sin . A las the spirit cried , Of grief My cup has had its fill ; I was a student at Cornell , And there , unto my lot there fell Two weary years at drill
E E . nough nough St Peter cried , And opened wide the gate . And may these lines of truth sincere to The underclassmen serve cheer, V h K o now bemoans his fate . sc ar F er n bach O H. .
S OCI ETY . SO CIETY , thy fickle hand to h an d Can draw another thy , But cast him o u t in case he be A traitor t o thy maxim s three First , let his heart be cold as steel , ’ But coated o er with l ove unreal ; Then let his hateful pride appear An d scorn to drop the poor a tear ; Last , let him pay his false respect
To hide his reputation wrecked . —N or m an u tch in son H , RI VE L L E E CO V RS .
REJOICING . UNFUR L the starry ban n er And fling it to the breeze ; L et everyone be j oyful 11 s 0 land and on th e eas . No more I live in sadness , I ’ ve banished fear and dread ? You ask me , why this gladness ’ ’ H er f a th er s bu ll d og s d ea d
DIFF ER ENT .
r AI R ose , I envy thee , a And wish , that in thy ste d I did adorn that head ; Then I content would be .
Rose. h Ras youth , beware W ert thou but in my pl ace , An d - didst this top knot grace , Thou wouldst find out a pace She wears false hair .
6 CORI VE L L E S E 7 V R .
An d when each one of those twenty - two men ’ o f Regardless each other s pain , 011 Falls his rame wi hou pity or shame , f t t “ to He decides himself he is playing the game , But will n ever know health again
o ff t o They bear him the dressing room , They an xio u sl v watch h im n o w ; ’ a There s a vacant stare in his blue eyes f ir , ’ And he runs his hands thro his long , dark hair , s c u m As if rendering a entence with .
n o w w His face lights ith a sudden shock , He struggles hard t o speak ; The words come slow , but are words that glow o f In he hearts hese men and inspire hem so , t t ” t o ? Can I g to Princeton , Doc
’ ’ We honor our leven , we ll stand by our team , ’ We ve faith in their power t o glide up the stream ; And anon , though defeat may be met , yet we know t That adversi y comes to all mortals below , An d the merit is here , that we rise up unharmed , And strike out and onward in n o way alarmed . Wen d ell M el ville S tr on g .
RE V ERI E . S AT I in peaceful silence , a Within my old armch ir , And heard the merry evening c h 1m es Ring out upon the air ; PA S SI ON 77
But as their song , in sweetest tones , Cam e floating from the tower , ’ Twas sudden hushed , and all was still The clock had struck the hour .
To o oft , alas , before on earth Our mission is fulfilled , Though sweetest then its music sounds ,
ur song o life is stilled . O f , s May thy sweet ymphony , dear heart , ’ s Attain its haven shore , E r e the bright m usic o f thy soul I s hushed forever more .
- h sca r F er n bac . O H.
PASS ION . STORM on , bluster , angry gale ; Roar and whistle , shriek and wail ; o ff Tear the limbs from the trees , Break their mangled bodies ; seize Them i n thy giant arms And hurl them far adown the val e .
For in my heart are wild commotions ; Heaves my breast with fierce emotions ; The angry passions in me swell ,
Ah , would I could my eelings tell — f Ah , curse him may all harm —h Be on him e who stole my umbrell . n o n A . E L L E E CORN V RS .
ALUMNI S ONG .
to - o wn I A M thinking night of my old college t , d w I am dreaming of ays that have flo n , O f the j oys and the strife f O f my old college li e , Ah , those days were the best I have known .
H C OR US .
Then here is the toast we will drink , t o C A good rousing health ornell , et k L your glasses cl in , A good excuse I think ; t so Is a toast o her we all love well .
a s o I am thinking gain of that valley sweet, I am dreaming of j oys that were fleet , Of the friends that I kn ew By ha lake air and blue , t t f — . C H o Ah would once again we could meet .
’ ’ r e 01c 1 n t o - a I m 3 g night o er her victories gain , Though I helped not the triumph t o gain ; I will shout with my might c a r n ellian For and whi e , t — C H O . And her honor will ever maintain . — l L o u is Ca r l E h e. M YE V A L E I V T YN E .
LOC C THAT KER OM BINATIO N . aTW AS downstairs in the Annex ; he was a Freshman small , The ombina ion of his lo k his mind would no reca l c t c t l , l h o w ut sadly he remembered , the very day bef ore l ,
, 011 i n sid e He wrote that combination the of the door . F er n ba h c .
WHO IS S HE ? H E ’ S isn t an angel , ’ S h e isn t a goddess , ’ Sh e s s i n t a lily , a ro e or a pearl ; ’ S h e e is simply what s sweet st ,
Completest , and neatest , l A dear little , sweet littl e gir . n o n A .
M Y NTY N E VA LE E .
TUNED mye lyre , invoked mye muse To wr t e val en t n e y a y , Ande th o u gh te t o sende an o ff er yn ge
W o u ld e l ad d e lu ves y g mye trew e ne , C E L L E R E ORN V S .
’ w im a er e I de dra an g y in wordes , I n wordes wo u ld e picture h owe Her image o n m ve h ear t e was st am ped
swe et este d r eam es — Telle her mye , Ande howe I fyn d e thatte alle vayne fym illies H va n sh ed ave y into aire , ’ F o r f a n c ye s sel fe cannot d esc r ybe th a n n e Whatte is alle more fayre .
’ F o r howe can ne st a r lyt e s sylver glare Be lyk e n ed t o those eyes Where m yr t h ande gentlenesse l o o k e forthe Tr ewth s d ee e f r es a r se Ande p , y , y , r howe to a lylie whyte thatte browe
O ’ Thatte canne with wo m an n e s grace S f u l l e peak nob e hough s , or as of e l t t — t Expresse sweet sympathie ; her face ’ Howe canne I l v k e to summer s S kye Kn o wi n g e c lo u d es ofte crosse the bleu c l o u d es sm l e Ande I knowe before her, y W o u ld e vanysh lyke the dewe ! Though muse ande faneye bothe forsake st lle d es air e I y wille notte p , More humbler messengers wille I h u h tes t o Employe mye t o g bear . Iff e Poesie refuse t o lende n e Her magik to mye pen , W h e h o n este l asse u ick - s l ver y g ande q y , S h alle calle up t o her ke n The f ayr est e vysio n of them alle Ande there before her eyes S h all e she beh o ld e mye val e n tyn e I nne its simplest sweetest guise. C L L E GE WI G A O RO N S ONG . 8 1
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L E N V O I E . S o a m i r r o r e wille I sende mye l u ve t o My sweetest dreams bear ,
’ Ande seein g e her r efl ec tio n e in te ’ She ll see my h ear t e layed bare !
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A CO LL E GE ROWING S ONG . F IRM LY catch and swiftly pull The pol ished , pliant , springing oar While the muscles swell out full , And the heart throbs more and more ; Up the stream with rhythmic swing S weet as music in he night t , While the straining rowlocks ring , And the blood leaps in delig ht , With the old , long stroke l With the ol d , ong stroke ,
That shall bring us i n as winners , boys ,
At last .
S oon will come that burning day When the pistol shot will crack And our boat will rush away , As we strain each brawny back , Pulling as we ne ’ er bef ore Pulled , yet still with form and grace , l Every sou in every oar ,
to Flying down win the race , C ORNE L L VE RS E .
With the old , long stroke , With the old , long stroke , That shall bring us in as win ners , boys , At last .
S o , when rowing here is done ,
And we seek the sea of life , Where our prizes must be w o n f In a swi ter stream of strife,
We shall labor as of yore , Grim resolve on every face , t o Bending bravely the oar , Pulling hard to win the race , With the old , long stroke , With the old , long stroke That shall bring us in as win ners , At last .
I N J UNIOR YEAR . N l Junior year , ah , fancies light , The soul un fettered , spirits bright ; Dwells aught of doubt or fear or night In Junior year ?
’ The storms of boyhood s age are past ,
’ Youth s doubts and fears away are cast , An d budding manhood blooms at l ast ,
I n Junior year .
8 C E L L E S E 4 ORN V R .
Within the valley , church bells chime , ’ And thro its purple shroud of haze , Rises unceasing through the davs The busy hum of passing tim e . But calmer there the sunset bright , And silent shine its lights throughout the night . r / ill m O eo a W ia s .
S OMEBODY . E SOM BODY told me , one bright summer day , Was he in earnest , or only in play ’ ! You re an angel , my darling I turned hal f away ’ o ? But I couldn t sav N sir . Coul d you
S omebody said that the moments were bliss S pen by he side of a cer ain young miss ; t t t “ Then somebody teased for Just one little kiss , ’ ” o y o u ? And I couldn t say N sir . Could
e S omebody told me he wanted a wif , ’ T o be only somebody s all through her life ; And somehow I yielded without any strife , ’ ? For somehow I couldn t say , No sir . Could you — A n o n .
T I L E T 8 THRE E R O S . 5
THR E E TRI OLETS . H asid e E ( ). “ H E looks up to it , quite , Just a kiss before parting ; a I I read her right , f “ Sh e t o looks up i , quite , — t Just one k iss for good - night ; D are I try before s arting ? ”t She looks up to it , quite ,
Just a kiss before parting .
S H E (asid e ).
a r e so ? Oh , why men slow Can ’ t he see that I ’ m waiting ? ’ t o Dear he s rising go .
wh a r e so ? Oh , y men slow c o u ld If he only know , ’ He d not stand there debating . so ? Oh , why are men slow Can ’ t he see that I ‘ m waiting ?
OT H sever a l m in u tes la ter B ( ).
’ YVh er e s the harm in a kiss , ? Just o n e kiss for good - night I f s it comes down to thi , ’ t er e s the harm in a kiss ? ’ ‘ We re quite sure naught s amiss , If you take it arig ht ; ’ Where s the harm in a kiss , ? Just one kiss for good - night — o h n l a n a m ilton ] A H . N E L L E E COR V RS .
’ OBLIVION S GATE .
MET the Ol d Year i n the n ight , Hurryi ng up a mountai n height , o f Fleeing as from a worl d woe , The wretchedness that reigned below . He paused a moment i n his fl ight ; I seized h is han d so wan an d wh ite . ” “ Tell m e , I said , what hast hou here ” t t In that u r n so col d and rare ? He showed me that ’ twas filled with parts Of ru ined hopes an d broken hearts , Tears , curses , sighs an d useless vows The thin g s which m isery allows To man t o voice h is mad remorse At being thwarted i n h is course . As he fled w ith redoubled haste Up the mou ntain ’ s dreary waste “ f so I cried , Where ore dost thou hasten Toward the realms of ice an d snow ? ” No reply he vouchsafed me , But in the d im l ight I could see H im po inting upward an d afar ,
Where gu ided by a dying star , ’ I n saw Obliv io s Gate ajar . — lI d is n L a r n d F r a n h I a o e . TO A PI C T E 8 UR . 7
QUITE POS S IB L E . TH E comman dant stan ds shouti n g Dress The bugler w in ds his noisy din ;
ur sergeant , open ing w ide h is mouth , O “ — S hou ts Company fall i n — A n n o .
TO A PICTURE . N — m I other days , y thoughts retrace fl ed f The century , when your air face ,
n o w In antique gilt an d gol d set , w ’ S ayed hearts ensnared by w itchery s n et .
Your eyes sm ile down ; care left no trace .
’ Nor can Time s touch those charms eff ace ; With step sedate and courtly g race You danced the stately m inuet
I n other days .
N o w a e dim w ith g the snowy lace , For flying years speed on apace . At times there comes a vague regret That hearts grow col d an d men forget
That van ished charms held regal place ,
In other days . — r ber t E u en e M illh olen He g . N E L E E COR L V RS .
PURPL E B LO SS OMS .
E - ABAB sleeps un der the l ilac tree , An d coos i n dreams a childish glee , Till from a purple petal - rim
- A dew drop fall ing wakens him .
A youth waits u nder the lilac - tree ; The moon gl ides over silently . Along the mottled vin eyard slope fl it A shadow s to mock h is hope .
° A man strides under the l ilac - tree He crushes its branches heedlessly , ’ Not seeing n eatl1 the scented crest ’ - A songster s feather tufted n est .
- The west w in d moans throug h the l ilac tree , An d sets the last dead heart - leaf free ; h e T wh irl i ng l eaf sw ift eddies roun d ,
- An d rests upon a n ew made mound . — n n A o .
TH W I D E O \V .
(Fall term . N l I smart array of b ack an d white , m t With irth i n every fea ure ,
With comment keen and laughter l ight ,
A merry , mock ing creature ;
E L L E S E CORN V R . — S . . (P . P . Spring term ) But no , it was a false al arm ; Once more rejuvenated , Wid o w o l d - The w ith her time charm , Confronts a worl d elated ; Once m ore she comes w ith saucy m ien , To ban ish melancholy , And reign , the u nd isputed queen , Of academ ic folly . n n A o .
WHY I S IT ?
W HEN girls are ugly bab ies , Their mammas qu ite i nsist ,
That they by us , against our wi s , — — ll Be kissed k issed k issed .
Bu t when the girls are sweet sixteen , ’ Then mammas say we shan t , ’ t o And though we d l ike k iss them then , ’ ’ ’ — - We can t can t can . — t ]a m es Hen ry Ga n n o n
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TH E REGISTRAR . To ( D . F . H . ) ITH awe the Freshman looks When busted past all hope ; In eyes as verdant fresh as his
Art m ightier than the Pope . TH E l S . 91
” The S oph ie t o o has reverence much r F o power that is thin e . He n e ’ er forgets the nuggets delved ’ e In sad exp riences m in e .
t o o m an The Junior , far happy , He has n o use for thee ;
n From moori gs loosed , h is gall ant sh ip ’ Gli des o er the sm iling sea .
S The en ior , with h is thesis gran d
As usual ever late ,
A suppl iant bends the knee to thee ,
— t o He must graduate . j a m es Hen ry Gan n on
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H T E JIMS .
(After V ictor Hugo .
n DARK ight , N o soun d , Nor l ight ; The groun d L ies dead ; No bird O ’ er head Is heard .
Throughout the hall A murmur grows ; Along the walls A wh isper bl o ws ; 2 C E L L E SE 9 ORN V R .
n Through cracks unk own ,
l o w The voices , e With stifl d moan , Rush t o an d f r o !
A gruesome shape appears , Of weird u ncertai n size , s With mouth that gaps an d leer , An d huge revolting eyes ;
Wi ngless it fl ies an d floats , It circles r oun d the bed ; With grasping talons gloats O ’ er my besodden head !
An d now the door fl ies open w ide ; A horned toad comes gl id ing through ; A Gila monster crawls beside A rabb it that is green and blue ; An anaconda spreads his w ings ;
Huge bats begin to howl an d roar ,
- While ghastly , sightl ess , snake l ike things ! Go hopping , writh ing rou nd the floor
The mattress from my head is fiercely tou r The h ideous circl e closer gathers roun d ; Across my face their burning breath is borne ;
Howls , groans , h isses , shrieks resound ff u Black cats , o springs of those that ha nted Poe , ; Come gliding past , w ith weird u ncanny moan ’ Colossal spiders o er my body g o ; — ’ My very blood congeals m y heart s a stone !
C E L L E S E ORN V R .
M y l imbs ;
’ Tis dawn ; The Jims
Are gon e .
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I WA TING . HOW slowly lengthen the shadows ! Will n ever the su n g o down ? F o r Bessie , my love , is com ing Across the moor from the town . At the stile she prom ised to meet me ’ Tis the gol den time of the year S et ! 0 of sun Be still , my heart , ! An d wait , for the dawn is near — or m a n u tch in son N H .
C GI TCH KW AS I ND TH E OMING OF E .
(An In dian Legend . ) I GH T ’ has fallen o er the valley ,
In the forest aisles gloom crept , As the wil d Cayugan warriors w Roun d their igwam fires slept .
S u s lept they restless , for dark r mor Of red foemen steal i ng slow Had come fly ing to their forests Pec u em o From the distant q . TH E COIVI I N G OF GI TCH E K W'AS I N D . 95
In his dreams their great chief K en wah ’ S aw dark faces thro the trees , Heard the war cry in the distance Floating on the even ing breeze ;
W issan it a Whil e h is daughter , With her deep eyes veiled i n sl eep , To the brave tumult of battl e Felt her mai den pulses leap .
An d she woke in fear an d horror , Soft up through th e silent n ight s S Ro e her prayerful Oh , Great pirit , Help my people by Thy m ight ! ”
But when waxed the hour to m idnight All the forests ’ glades awoke And the p ierc ing cries of battle
’ Thro the silvan silence broke .
t o w L eaped then h is feet each arrior ,
Grasped the tomahawk an d kn ife , Answering cry w ith cry more savage
Dashed i nto the angry strife .
’ Long and desperate m i d th e shadows
1 d Raged that clamorous combat read , Raged until the dawn broke coldly ’ t h e O er faces of the dead .
su n s An d the great ro e i n glory ,
F y lushed with light the Eastern sk , Threw his beams across the waters As they softly rippled by . 6 C N E L L E S E 9 OR V R .
K en wah r ed m en An d to , chief of , An d h is wil d Cayugan braves
Brought he v ictory , to the conquered
' ’ Brought sad burial neath the waves .
W issan it a watched his rising ,
O n her pale face felt h is glow . G it c h e M a n it au k , I than thee ! ” For thy light she wh ispered low . An d she brushed asi de her tresses ’ Flowing darkly round her face , S prang ami d the tangled verdure ’ Till she reached the battle place .
L a y the trail ing brake down trampled , S cattered wide the l eaves she found , An d the flowers of blood an d carnage o Bl ssomed red upon the ground . Huddled close an d boun d securely S tood the In dian captives stern In their eyes she saw the fires l Of a he pless anger burn .
c Gazed she long upon their fa es , In her bosom m emories rose Of her brother , sl ain and sleeping Where the B ig Sea Water flows .
K en wah By the lake great rested , a Praised his tomah wk with pride , ’ Counted o er the scalps , h is troph ies
Hanging crimson by his side .
CO N E L L E RS E R V .
An d the wild Cayugans gathered , d Saw the l ikeness , murmuring sai , Man itou alon e has power d Thus to borrow from the ead .
' W issan it a , l isten ing , answered , “ all Man itou can things give ,
\V a wassim o y d ied in bat le , t ” But must G it c h ek wasi n d l ive ?
’ An d she loosed the captive s fet ers , “ t K en wah Then spoke , Well for thee That thou favor W aywassim o
it h k w as i n d f G c e . , thou art ree
Go i n peace , yet stay , my people Long have mourned their ch ieftai n ’ s son S t a an d t o K en wah y be m ighty , . ” t o E yes to see an d feet run .
An d the warrior answered proudly , “ G it c h ek wasin d thanks thee , chi ef , Scattered , suffering are my peopl e , t o Grant them but sure rel ief ,
’ And I ll smoke w ith thee the peace p ipe , h ’ L ive beneat thy wigwam s shade ,
K en w ah Grant but th is an d give me , h ” For my squaw t is noble maid .
W issan it a Flushed the cheeks of , L d ike the wil flower crimson grew , And she veiled her eyes dark splendor , S udden joy her young heart knew .
C E L L E E ORN V RS .
TH E T H RINGING OF E CHIM ES . AY UG A ’ S vale is ringing
s o a With chimes sweet and cle r , Through rocky clefts and gorges They echo far an d nea r They mingle with the music O f many a waterfall ; Their melody ’ s the sweetest Our memory can recall .
They clang 0 11 winter mornings Upon the frosty air , O f And summon throngs students , To wait on learning fair ;
And borne upon the breezes ,
’ o er They float hill and dal e , To many a distant hamlet ’ In fair Cayuga s vale .
A nd when the twilight sh adows Upon the valley fall , They sing in gentle cad ence The sweetest song of all . ’ 1 They sing n id fairy moonlight ,
- And star lit groves and bowers, A song of youth and beauty ; Those jo y ful bells of ours . Cornell ’ s alumni wander To every state and clime , All i n their memory h ear in g The echo of that chime ; And as it tinkles faintly , ’ They see Cay u ga s dell ;
And shout with sudden g adness , “ — l Cornell , I yell Cornell lex a n d er tis A O .
T H TO E RAIN . E r h m th ic PATT R , soft patter , in y refrain , t o While I list thy cadence , O musical rai n . Quenched are the fires that burn i n the blue , Drenched are the meadows stretched far past the blue , ’ Dim thro the night float t h y garments of mist Moist is the pane that thy soft lips have kissed ; Patter , soft patter , in gentle refrain ,
0 n . While I dream to thy measures , musical rai Patter , soft patter , ’ My lady s asleep . ’ Fair o er the pill o w her silken locks creep ; Veiled are the deep , silent wells of her eyes ’ ’ s As she dreams of Love s dawning in Youth s rosy skie . Patter , soft patter .
a Patter , soft patter , i n gentle refr in ,
wo o 0 . Soothe her and her , musical rain Teach her that sunshine in shadow must swoon ; That clouds blow across the gold disk of th e moon ; That life must be gloomed by the gray mists of pain ; ’ But that Love still end u res thro the storm and the rain . h r wo o e . Patter, soft patter , nor in vain Gen le , persis ent , ow murmuring rain . t t l — ’ Or eol a Willia m s . , 97 1 02 CORN L L E E V RS E .
TH E RACE . LONG the way one Springtime d ay — a I rode maid beside me .
t o o The violets blue , the myrtles , Shone as her eyes defied me . You idle stand and ask my hand ! I ’ faith a daring lover ! Could you beat m e t o yon oak tree ’ ” I d give thee it forever . We raced along the breeze was strong , Her streaming hair gleamed brightly Her figure bent with all intent ; Her steed she guided lightly .
No chance had I . She seemed to fly Or ride a steed enchanted . S h e reached the oak and thus she spok e As I her victory granted : “ ’ I ve won the race , and yet the grace Of victory shall be yours . Take n o w my hand ; at your command ’ ” Twill be while life endures . n o n A .
CASTLE BUI LDING . wandered down the deep ravine E o W When sunset flowers were redly gl wing , And all the vale with purple sheen n And golde smoke was overflowing ,
1 0 N E L L E E 4 COR V RS .
Phillida , with hair as golden ’ As the daisy s heart ,
so Glancing archly as she did , Pulled the flowers apart .
”
w . One I love , she hispered softly ’ ” Would twere I , I said , ” Two I love , her voice contin ued . ! ” Fickle , fickle maid
Three I love , I say , was murmured . ‘ ” Th o u r t inconstant Miss ! Four I love —4” but then I stopped her d Stoppe her with a kiss .
n o w Phillida , tell me truly , Dost thou love me , say Thee I love with all my heart and ’ Ne er will cast away .
S . R. O .
C LOUDLAND . E O FT N you have seen at sunset , ’ O er a hilltop far away , When the sky behind was brightened With the red of dying day , ’ How a cloud , as o er it hovered , Seemed another hill to you But because ’ twas nearer heaven Fairer seemed and far more true . O UR B D U . 1 05
S o , one day , while straying westward , ’ f a With the sunset ore me spre d ,
m a Met I aidens coming tow rd me , ’ W a n d r in g whither fancy led ; O ne in passing gave a greeting , ’ ’ s F Twa kind riendship s utteran ce , But the other silent met me , ! Aye , but gave me one sweet glance
Dear as was the spoken greeting , a so ! Dearer , gl n ce shyly cast ’ Fri en dship s sun shone on the first one ; was th e It Love illumed last . — n n A o .
OUR BUD . O UR Bud is home from college z E slick as he can be , He knows about a hundred times ’ More n S ary An n or me .
’ He wears a standin collar , ’ w An necktie solid hite , ’ An says them si ety germans Is simply out of sight .
An ’ he aint half as bashful E z all his brothers wuz , ’ An smokes h is seg ar ett es
Like city fellers does . E L E C ORN L VE RS .
’ He s bound t o climb the ladd er Away up purty high , ’ An s sure to be an engin eer ’ o r I spect some day , try . — n on A .
S TH E TUDENT . I F E is full drear ! I fain would slay
For very spleen this piteous clay , Reject false hope , renounce the dream O f seeming goals that only seem , ’ Give o e r a quest with gloom so rife
And win for aye an end of stri fe , ’ W er e t fo r f ! not thee , thou more than li e
For when at times an eager thought Broods over what may yet be wrought From o u t the mystic years to be To guerdon tireless in dustry
Poor things , mayhap , yet time might see
t o Them dear , for my sake , sweet , thee S houldst thou at all be n ear t o m e
S uch sight anon r eh ear t en s hope And makes an erstwhile bou ndless scope to Close down narrow limits , such
’ As hold no height from Passion s tou h , — c N o magic lore depth but will give Its best as Love ’ s prerogative
v . And thus for thee , pure heart , I li e —A n o n .
1 08 C E L L E E ORN V RS . We all agree it is a shame They should behold a contest free bu t For which we pay , j ust the same We eel a silen sympathy . f ' t ul t h e am e A nd sho d g a poor one be , YV e envy those whose spirits thrill n o With j oy that they had paid fee , But watched the game from Deadhead Hill . S o let us n o t t o o rudely blam e d o so Those who from poverty , a Who from these heights behold . game ff They else could not a ord t o see . L oyal they always prove to be ; S o may the summits ever fill With those wh o chorus lustily ’ Corn ell s applause from Deadhead Hill .
’ N I L E V O . What ’ s that a visitor for me ? es Oh , y , my tailor with his bill ; ’ t o I ll have watch the game , I see , This afternoon , from Deadhead Hill . Gh t os .
' FOUND ! ON TH E CAM PUS . I LV E R buckle , S ilken ribboned , Found upon the campus walk , YVh at pecu iar
l ‘ Things you d tell us If your silver tongue could talk . OIV TH E S E A T IVI GH 1 HOR T. 09 Who is it Has claimed your service ? o h ! Breathe her name , , tell me who Let me know
W h o y o u lost , be she
H igh - born M iss or Kappa Mu ! l ? Si ence still Well , I will keep you , Hang you as a t rophy fair 011 l my study wa l , among Your sister trophies hanging there .
Willie Gr een .
VES PE RTINE . H E ar e d T organ tones ying through the temple , The rolling anthem trembles on the air , - l The white sto ed choir , with lowly mien and humbl e , t o Have bowed their heads list the vesper prayer . ! l A hush the bells the sunset hour are pea ing , The blazoned windows glow with western flame , ’ From unseen heights o er every sou l are stealing ’ Paeans to old Cornell s un fading name . — A n on
ON THE S HORE AT NIGHT . to o a E think seldom of the st rs ,
t o o And live near ourselves , And hear t o o rare the waves beat o n the f O the unending sea . 1 1 0 N E L E E C OR L V RS . We mak e the littl e circle of our influ en ce The marge of all of worth , ’ No r realize the telescope s
Small end is toward the earth . —L o u is
F AIR BUT FA LS E . t — HAVE you forgot en soft I said , Tha night three years a g o t ” I coaxed you fo r a lock o hair ? f ” t ? n o ! Forgot en it Oh , It was a lovely curl that played About your forehead fair ; ’ I ve t reasured it through all these y ears ! That littl e lock of hair ; Thro ’ all hese years I ’ ve kept it in t ” A pocket of my vest . ’ ? S o You ve really kept it have I , ’ That is , I ve kept the rest .
’ Tis pin ned up now upon the wall , And often still we laugh , I - My friends and , about the man Who stol e the other half; F o r o n that oft remembered night You spoiled , without a pang , Yes , absolute y ruined , sir , l ” n e M y w imported bang . —E a r d M i h ael Bu r n s d w c .
1 1 2 C RN E L L E S E O V R .
But the busy , thoughtless , hurrying throng , Filled with the cares of the day , Give little heed to their caden ces , a As they haste upon their w y. Wha though he hand tha moves he kevs t t — t t Be gay t o - day o r sad
\V h at care they , though the underton e n o w ? Be mournful , , or glad ’ Yet mid the hurrying , j ostling throng There is , perchance , sometimes A soul that listens , and responds , To the spirit of the chimes . — d IlI ich ael Bu r n E d wa r s .
’ A STUDENT S TOIL . HY is it that from yonder tower ’ The student s lamp is burning still , ’ Th o i is pas he mid night hour , t t t ” And sleep is brooding o n East Hill ? Is it for old , historic lore , Or modern science he would seek ; Or strives he now his mind t o store With learning from the classic Greek ? ” ’ Tis not the wisdom of the sages Or science fair that him enchants ; An earthlier task his time engages ’ He s sewing buttons 011 his pan s . — t j a r ed V a n Wag en en
1 1 C E L L E SE 4 ORN V R .
d o d o Where students their wooing , All their billing and their cooing , With a maiden sage , yet willing , Life t o blissful measure filling ? Where the pines are ever sighing , ’ Where the falls roar never dying , t o Where men love pause and ponder , Where men love t o rest or wander ’ ” F ar above Cayuga s waters .
’ —Ken n ed F u r lo n u ber t y g R .
A TO ROSE . I TH ER ED rose before me lying , H ow yo u send my though t s a flying To the past that sets m e sighing ’ O er a vision fair .
O f a woman tall and queenly , Wondrous fair , and tall , and seemly , S tanding proudly and serenely On the landing stair .
Rose , all thy beauty has left thee , Years of color have bereft thee ; Years but color yet more deftly o The vision n the stair . — I( en n edy F u r long Ru ber t . B T S 1 1 AR U U . 5
S H E FOOLED HIM ; E ay H was a g young deceiver , Sh e was a simple believer ;
' H is tim e t o beguil e
’ He d fool her a while , And then he would suddenly leave her . He wrote her a nice little letter , As a matter of course he knew better ; No t stopping to think He confided t o ink f The expressions which orged him a fetter . When at last he was ready t o shake her Elsewhere to play as a fakir ; But the letter in court ,
Cut th e matter quite short,
It was ten thousand dollars , or take her . — ]oh n Kn eelan d Ga r n sey
B AR UTUS . S H EN early pring from Wi nter , laughing , leaps , ’ Neath the dead leaves the sweet Arbutus creeps ; t These withered leaves hat in late Autum n died , ’ Have well protected April s blushing pride .
’ S o tis in life , beneath the coldest brow ’ t o May beat a heart alive friendship s glow , w f And , like the forest flo er , is beauty ound ’ Deep hidden , neath the leaves that strew th—e ground . D S T . . . 1 1 6 C E L L E S E ORN V R .
CREW S ONG . W O N ARD , like the swallow going , Roused is every nerve and sense . Oh , the wild delight of knowing ’ Tis o u r power that does the rowing l th e o o f f Oh , j y li e intense Rest was made f o r feebler folk Onward make her cut the water, A nd f o r fame of Alma Mater S troke S troke Stroke Deep we drink the inspirati on , Eager zest lights up each face ; Ecstacy and exul tation Come from honest emulation In the contest and the race . Nerves of iron and hearts of oak , o f Under eye youths and maidens , Catch the ringing , swinging cadence S troke Stroke S troke S teady n o w let n o distraction Slow the speed of oar or shell ; All in u nison of action Win th e noble satisfaction Victory for old Cornell ! Cooll y every power invoke . D o not break in sweep or feather , One last eff ort ! All together ! Steady ! old Cornell forever S troke S troke Stroke “ Rober t j a m es
1 1 8 C E L L E S E ORN V R .
AUTUMN .
S m n w W H ERE pring her verdant a tle thre , No w lies a bed of brighter hue ;
The earth by spring endowed and blest , ’ u t o Now t rn s in Winter s lap rest .
Where sang the bird in early morn ,
’ N o w sounds the hunter s ringin g h o rn ; The deer , pursued by horse and hound ,
N o w quivering lies on the cruel ground .
’ S o tis with life , by God instilled , ' With heart y strength and art well - skilled These occupy our earlier d ays ;
’ But with the sun s declining rays , Comes rest for work done well and long . n o w Th e soul rests in tranquil song , And hears the angel choir repeat , ’ t est wea r so u l a t God s o wn ee . R , y , f S M R . . .
TH E LAS T S WEET GLIMPSE . F O R many a long and active year so I have wandered about this world free , But every spot seems bl eak and drear To my balm - blown land by the sunset sea ; ’ But if yo u are kind I know you ll agree
- When I praise above all that home sweet place , For there I saw - though the shadows fl ee ’ The last sweet glimpse of my mother s face . A I F F E E CE 1 D R N . 1 9
These eastern hills I much revere ,
0 11 e n o But there grows th ir slopes gorgeous tree , Like those that shelter the spotted deer ,
- In my balm blown land by the sunset sea . ’ F o r t o memory s hand has been kindly me ,
’ And has painted a picture that time can t erase ; ’ t o A nd it I m loyal , for above it I see ’ The last sweet glimpse of my mother s face .
’ Or And when I m sad , filled with fear , Or weary with work , or failure foresee , I close my tired eyes , and fly swiftly here T o - my balm blown land by the sunset sea . w1th And my poor heart grows happy , and dances glee ’ And thrills neath the pressure of loving embrace , And I dream of that parting which n e ’ er more shall be ’ The l ast sweet glimpse of my mother s face . B T. . D .
F F A DI ERENC E . su n o r ed H E stole a kiss from the r sebud , At dawn o n yesterday ; d The rosebud blushe , she hung her head ,
- And shame faced turned away .
An d I stole a kiss the self - same day ’ ’ Neath mistletoe o er the door ; to sa The m aiden blushed , but I am sorry y,
I fear she expected more . E L E 1 20 CORN L V RSE .
F F THE GAME O LI E .
L N E ou n d A O , but for my thoughts prof , An after - dinner weed I burn ; ’ ’ eve Tis , and twilight hovers round ; t o I hesitate my text learn , Because m y thoughts do forward fly u so Into the f ture , oh high , When I must reach my aim or fall , h n Unknown , unnoticed , s u ned by all .
’ ’ n ow Of life s great game I m thinking , o r Uncertain yet , to win lose ; YVill t o bo w Plu o me suppliant , t — Or I t o him which shall I choose ? My college days will soon be past ; And when I reach that time at last , o f f The n , forth i nto this world stri e , o t o I g play the game of life .
’ o Oh shall I reach ambiti n s end , And stand on high the Temple F ame ? Oh can I all my wrongs amend , And h ear some day an honored name ?
so Ye prophet , tell me , is it What most of all I wish t o know f Will she , my sweetheart , be my wi e In this uncertain game of life ? f ’ Or shall I lose in li e s great game , o A nd downward sink in S tygian gl om , With n o one but myself t o blame ? ? O Fates , is this in deed my d oom
E L L E E 1 2 2 CORN V RS .
’ N o n e smile e er crossed his countenance , sulle and fierc his mood ;
o f e The words he spake were flames fire , his deeds wer writ in blood .
t wo One day unto the castle fair , minstrels bent their way ; The one , a youth with golden locks , the other old and a gr y . s d id And he whose hair was silver white , upon a hor e
ride , The while the youth , with j oyous song , ran gaily at his side .
“ ’ : so n en d Then spake the aged bard My , our j ourney s is near ;
O f a d o f Bethink thee our sweetest songs , of sadness n ch eer ,
1 n o f o or And let thy voice strongest tones j y sorrow ring , to - d a v t o e For here we come , move the s one h art of the ” t king .
’ They stand within the spacious hall , before the monarch s throne ,
’ And from the old ma n s harp the chords ring out in fu l l est ton e ; And as their blended voices n o w in sweetest anthe m rise And fill the hall , the courtiers all are bound with pleased surprise .
o They sang of j y and sorrow , they sang of peace and strife ; They sang of all that sweetest is within our human life ; ; They sang of sober wisdom , and then of merry jest o f all . They sang that noble is , within the human breast TH E M I S T E L ’ S C S E N R UR . 1 23
’ w wh o o ft The monarch s arriors , th e battlefield have trod , ’ s t o o b o w at t h e e The monarch flattering courtiers , , prais o f God ;
o f The noble queen , emotioned by the songs love a nd truth , t o t h e Took from her breast a crimson rose , and threw it youth .
: m Up rose the king in anger , and cried Upon y life , ’ n o w My subj ects ye ve perverted , and ye would have my
wife . ” ! f o r f ! Ha , knaves this dishonor my vengeance ye shall eel A nd deep into the stripling ’ s heart he plunged his sword of steel !
t o r And while the throng in horror stood , nor dared utte
sound ,
- Th e fair haired bard , in agony , fell dead upon the ground . 10 ! o ld And the minstrel , his cloak upon the youth let fall
n an d t h e The took the corpse up in his arms , with it left hall .
f h is H e paused be ore the castle gate , and threw harp away ;
n There , at his feet , upo the ground , it broke and shat t er ed lay . d One more sad glance upon the youth he cast , in eep despair , d o e And then , with han upraised , he cried in tones that cl v the air : 1 2 O E L L E E 4 C RN V RS .
W o e u n o f ! o f t thee , O castle air Abode death and crime ! N o more within thy walls may song or laughing music chime ! f May thy oundations tremble , thy domes and spires fall , N o r r st o o d st leave a trace to ma k the place where once , withal !
Woe unto ye , O gardens , and ye flowers of perfume rare ! Ye birds whose melodies so sweet rise on the morning air !
N o l more shal merry sun shine be your lot , but in its stead e May Heaven frown upon ye , till y withered are and dead .
th ee ! o ! Woe unto , foul murderer th u curse of minstrelsy ! Thy reign in misery shall end , thy name forgotten be ’ ’ And while thou liv st may war and strife e er be thy sub ’ j ects doom ,
’ ’ th o u r t u o h And when dead , deep may st tho sink into ’ li i n s v o tomb .
d h is Thus spake the aged minstrel , and Heaven has hear words ; l o w The castle walls have fallen , dead are the flowers and birds .
’ The monarch s praise is never sung in merry rhyme o r
verse , His name hath long forgotten been : such was the min ’ tr s el s curse . sca r F er n ba ch O H. .
1 26 CORIVE L L E S E V R .
TO A BRUN ETTE . OU o f o Y may sing g lden hair , Laughing eyes of blue below , ’ But no o her s hal so air ' t f f As a maiden that I know .
’ Hair o f br o wn that s almost bla k ; f c Eyes o f tender melti ng brow n S miling throw their glances back ° ’ She s the prettiest girl in town . R .
DAWN . E , my love has come out of the ast O H o f With the glory dawn on her brow , A nd the earth is alight with her presence , The earth that was dark u ntil now . F o r the sunbeams are caught in her hair, Caught in meshes more golden than they ; Like some sweet haloed saint but more fair She comes , the bright herald of day . An d her cheeks h o w they glow with the flush f Of the first aint beginnings of day , Till the wild rose is shamed by her blush , And the lilies are pale with dismay .
t o All the earth stirs meet her with song , As from valley to valley she flies E very bird wakes to greet her and strong o f Their roundelays welcome arise . TO IV Y L E TI N E 1 2 VA N . 7
L Oh , my love is the ady of Dawn , Who immortal and changele ss and young In her glamour and glory lives 0 11 I n beauty untold and unsung .
t o And my heart pays the vows her there , t o t o That youth and beauty belong , To my goddess of Dawn wh o is fair Past all rapture of silence or song . bbo t A t .
TO MY VA LENTINE . A LITTLE bird in the apple tree Sang this morn so lustily In the golden sunlight ’ s early beams
That he woke me from my slumbering dreams . To his happy mate 0 11 the bough above He sang sweet songs o f ardent love ; Told her h o w when she was near Earth was bright and - life more d ear ” The heavens are deep , he whispered low , w But no deeper than my love , I kno . And so he sang his songs of love Unto his mate on the bough above .
’ d so Maid , the bir s rare song sweet
et n o w t o L me thee repeat . ’ et L the bird s sweet song be mine , And thou , be thou my Valentine . D h . . e r j R y , ] . 1 28 C E L L E E ORN V RS .
H I F PINNING S AITH .
Y ’ M Valentine , you ll find within - This billet doux , a Cornel pin . ” l d o n o t But think , remarked he wag , t ” o u a a M y love for y sh ll everfl g .
R . B.
S S H TH E ONG E US E D TO S ING .
HAT tender strain , What mellow chords Are those I h ear Which from my eyelids drain The solitary tear ? How strange it is That after many a year The passion of that day Should waken in my heart The ancient , trembling fear That once I gave full play .
What wonder then ,
When linked to memories dear , The song she used t o sing
Comes stealing on my ear , Draws tribute to forsaken love
In this solitary tear .
Ossoshi .
1 0 C E L L E S E 3 ORN V R .
S D HATTERE HOPES . AY o u n I ask you , will y ki dly ’ ” Go with me t o next week s h op? And his heart beat long and blindly ’ ’ th o Beat as it ne er would stop ,
While he wa ed all expectant , it “ Waited for her yes or n o . — to Oh , I thank you , should be pleased And his heart gave j oyous bound , t o And his spirits rose , released - f Joy and ecstasy new ound . — But her next words brought him earthward , “ ’ F o But with red I said I d g . — D h . . e r j R y , f . i
W S HADO AN D S UNSH INE . O N the sand of dark and gloo my ocean Deep in thought and sad I stood , a youth With doubting thoughts in wild commotion , w f o r u And watched the aves , and sorrowing asked tr th . Go d o n Reigns there a in y blue heaven above me , Is there tru h or righ on earth be ow , t t ”l I s there the good I seek so vainly ? ” s No ! The moaning , sullen waves seemed an wering , But soon the sun from the hills behind me Threw o f his rays a handfu l at my feet ; Then the aspen leaves lisped kindly , s And the bird sang j oyous songs and sweet , / I N S U/lI M E R THY/E A T I TH A CA 1 . 3 1 The leaves ’ soft whisperings an d the birds ’ sweet singi ng Go d Told me that their still reigned above , And all the sunbeams good were bringing :
o In my heart were purest j y and love . — D . h . e r j R y , j
S M I N UM ME R TI E AT ITHACA .
( ead at the W ashington - Cornell Alumni Dinner R , March , H E chimes f o r once are silent ; they are rusting o ff the k ey ; The grass grows on the campus much higher than one ’ s knee ; The football fiel d where Upto n ran is overgrown with
weeds , And lecture halls are dusty where were mounted trusty steeds .
! h o sad The doors of S age are tightly closed . Ah me w the plight ! ’ S — n o The ibley shops are all shut down , there s electric light . The Gym . is all deserted , the tennis nets are down ; L ! The hill is beastly lonesome , but , ord you should see the town ! The trains run once a week and the grass grows in the street , ’ so f o r n o o n e And the bums are growing ber , there s o there t treat . 1 2 C E L L E S E 3 ORN V R .
’ The shops are cl osed at three o clock , and frequentl y at o t w ,
' n o f The owners thi k suicide and everybody s blue .
The h o use doors all stand open and the boarding house is still ; r Landladies count thei money and mourn the unpaid bill . al l Zin c k ie The cops are asleep ; sadly cleans his mugs ,
’ And there s nothing going on but the summer school fo r bugs
’ d o n o t The cable cars have stopped , and the busses pass, For Hymes has gone a fishing and his stock is out at grass .
The town girls mope about because the boys are all away , ’ And there s nothing else t o d o but to count their scalps all day .
A m o m entary life breaks out whe n the circus comes t o w to n , o to And everyb dy , young and old , turns out see the clown . f e w The country people all drive i n , and for a short hours The dead alive o ld country town resumes its former powers .
Bu t f a l l be ore the night is over this life has passed away , And naught but added dust remains reminder of the day Th e pl ace seems still more lonesome from contrast with the crowd , ’ And e en the cats can scarcely muster s trength t o yowl aloud .
1 CORN E L L E S E 34 V R .
QUERIES . HAT did the Oxford tie ? What did the Baltic sea How did the diamond dye ? Where c an the honey bee ? When did the canvas sail ? Why did the cod - fi sh ball What did the evening mail Whom did the paver ’ s maul ? W hom did the railroad track ? What did the Arctic bear ? What did the carpet tack What did the underwear ?
’ W h o heard the kitten s tail ? Who m did the window screen ? What did the shingle nail ? Who thinks the Paris green ?
W h o killed the idiot wh o wrote the above ? An d what did he get f o r that work of love ?
illie Gr e W y .
TH AT E GATE . ABOVE the distant height the moon uplifts Her great , round orb and sheds a flood of light Through fl eec y clouds with silver lined rifts
- I linger now t o say a last good night . A R T A T O N E L L C R . 1 35
One moment l onger in the dreamy glow , Beside the sil ent archway we await . S h e as I t o o softly whispered turned g , W e t o - - at part meet to morrow the gate .
Oh thou drear angel of the longer sleep , Why hast thou hushed t o silence as thine o wn That dearer self ? I lonel y vigil keep Beside the form whence life and light have flown . I l ook upon her in my mute despair , And ask Wilt thou await me through the flight I Of all the years that thy loss must bear , And at the Gate of Silence keep thy plight ? ” E [ Will/201m H. . .
ART AT CORN ELL . c 6 T home from Cornell ? Your health very well
u s h er h is Th questions relatives starts . ? ” What course He replies ,
With tears in his eyes , “ t To . his in nocent torturer , Ar s
Indeed Ar t at C ornell How nice Now you ’ ll tell I M e . what branches you study , trust He swears it is hard As he thinks of his card
’ — - h iefl l i - h bu st a c e s s s . Why, y f ig and the ’ Willia m o u r i n e L a fl ao n r C y g , j . 1 6 C E L L E S E 3 ORN V R .
DRILL .
E o d TH RE days a week the bugles s un , Three d a y s a week from all around The skurrying undercl assm en com e s o f o f Midst sound music , roll drum .
f ew As bugler blows the last notes , And o n the air their music floats ; S ’ F harp rings the sergeant s cry all in , “ ’ s And then left face midst cabbards din .
’ Then roll is called , the sergeant s book And pencil , with a final look , s Are put away . Count Fours , he crie ; th e Along line the answer flies .
- n A moment , death like sile ce falls Silence ominous that appalls As sergeant t o the breeze un folds
’ The n ation s standard that he holds .
! ’ S o ff ound , the leader s order comes An instant and the roll of drums , A moment more the alignment made As one thing that comman d is swayed .
” u tan t Present arms , the adj cries , ” ” t o s Carry , Order , the skie The trembling ether bears the ring Of rattling muskets answering .
O N E L L E S E C R V R .
Sh e o smiled and arched her lovely br w,
And said , quite innocent ,
I h e r cannot give my a t j ust now , ’ L ” en t . Because , you see , tis r is e C s y .
F RN I AN A AI R CO ELL . LO NG the road , by willow trees , Beneath a summer sun , By fields , where fragrant heaps of hay m Had turned the e erald , dun .
S at S ae unshine in the ph ton , And talked and laughed with me ; t o As we drove on , the College town , While birds sang merrily .
’ ’ ’ Is t Hamilton s pink , or Yale s true blue , ’ b Or Union s garnet laze , You love the most an d praise the most ? ” —I watched the changing gaze .
’ Fair Harvard s crimson filled her cheeks ; Her eyelids quickly fell ; An d still remained the tell - tale hue The carnelian o f Cornell !
No t o need speak her loyalty , No need its cause to tell ; Yet softly , half u nconsciously h “ S e . said , I love Cornell H E KN E W TH E G I 1 S R P. 39
C o r n ellia n Then some may be proud , With fondest heart t o claim The loyalty with which she told His Alma Mater ’ s name !
H TH S E KNE W E GRIP. H EY stood a moment at the gate , A maiden fair was she ,
A Junior he , and there though late , They talked fraternity . And so you think that n o one knows S o strong the ties are bound , And that the members ne ’ er disclose ?” The secrets deep , profound ” n L ear your mistake , she laughing cried , ” I know the grip o each . ” f I think , the Junior sl ow replied , There is one I could teach .
S ” The igma Nu it is , he said And yielding then at last , That he should teach it her he caught f And held her fair form ast .
Sh e a n d pouted , blushed , finally said ,
As s from his grasp did lip , ’ I think twas very mean of you , — ’ B ut then I ve learned the grip . —Gli i os . E L L E S E 1 40 CORN V R .
’ TI S L . PO ICY , YOU KNOW was T in the cozy parlor ,
’ ‘ fi r esid e s w By the ruddy glo , That he asked her , earnest , low , ? ” Mary , tell me why you treat me so : Answered m aiden , coy and fickle ’ Oh , tis policy , you know . Should I ask you then t o give me Just one light and playful kiss, To prove to me ha you love me , t t ” u ? Would you , now , ref se me this Answered maiden , coy and fickle ’ t o It isn t policy kiss . Should I ask you then t o marry Me your lover , humble slave , t n ? Would you , would you he re use me ” f Oh , tell me ere I leave . c o Thought the maiden , y and fickle , u fi ve- - To ref se past and twen y is not policy I know , t ” An d : n o ! she answered No , my darling , —A 7207z .
A WORD O F ADVICE .
UNG man , are you in earnes , quite,
YO ! t And mean t o strive with soul a n d might t o Never swerve , through fear or doubt , From this the work that you ‘ re about ? m e t wo Then note from a word or , Which , heeded , you will never rue .
1 2 R E L L E S E 4 CO N V R .
FAREWE LL . ! WAY , away , no more delay ! Arouse the engines , spread the sail
T o o willingly the tears are starting , To o great the pain and strain of parting , Regrets and sighs of what avail ! w Fare ell , farewell , the billows swell , And curl , and break , and foam below . Onward the ship is swiftly speeding ; e The shores b hind are fast receding , ’ Tinged with the sunset s dying glow . A nd though we yearn and fain would turn The homeward track agai n to seek , l True friends will stil abide as ever ,
n Such ties the ocea can not sever , ’ For this it s power is all too weak .
so And we trust , since part we must , The months o f absence , circling round , Will bring ere long a gladsome greeting , o Will but enhance the j y of meeting , n Whe frie nd with frien d once more is found .
An o n .
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D THE S OPHOMORE AT TH E BRI G E . ’ ’ H E S s was S T ophomore brow sad , and the ophomore s speech was still , And darkly looked he at the bridge , and darkly up the Il ill , TH E S PH M RE A T TH E B I GE 1 O O O R D . 43 The cops will be upon us before the bridge goes down ; d o r e And i f we not fell the bridge , what hope to gain n own
o u t S b Then spoke a brave enior , a man most blessed y fate , To every man upon this hill death cometh , soon or l ate . H e w S m down the bridge , Sir opho ores , with all the speed ye may ,
t wo t o I , with m ore help me , will keep the cops at bay .
’ Then all C o r n ellia s nobles fel heir hear s fi l wi h ga l t t t t l t l , And straightway at the timbers they struggled one and all . From the silent hour of midnight till the clock was two striking , The old bridge creaked and trembled with very much a d o .
But while the dusky creatures with axe and lever plied , There appeared one among them wh o his features tried t o hide ; l A nd as he wa ked among them , took out a little book And quietly put dow n the names of those he knew by look .
e n f Then the students wax d a gry , and ell upon the man , (F o r they hate the rebel traitor wh o will give away his
clan ), And hard enough they kicked him t o make his blood run chill ’ But that didn t in the least pre vent his getting up the hill . [ E L L E SE 44 C ORN V R .
Bu t n o w d the bri ge hangs tottering above the glen below ,
t o f r o And all , save one lone creature , were swaying and ’ Their hands upon the rope to pull the structure o er ;
i o n But this one lone , still figure stood mutter ng the shore .
H d But as the eave , Oh , Heave came from the epths beneath , m o f Fro this one lone , still figure through the circle his teeth ,
t d S h ak es er ea n There gently waf e downward in deep , p
tones , Some words that sounded much like VVr etc h ed Vaga bonds ! ”
l Then with a crash like thunder fe l every loosened board , Not only all the beams but the planks with which ’ twas floored . o f And a long shout triumph arose from either side , — fo r And then they all skedaddled their b o dies to hide . — n o n A . O
WOMAN .
' ’ S a AUTUMN gay foli ge in color may vie, The woodland may garland the river , S ’ Charms may enchant us from ol s tinted sky , They equal to woman Oh never Man ’ mid the gloom of monastic seclusion o n Pants out the day some picturesque height , ’ Dreaming of worlds i n his frailty s delusion ; ’ Longing for woman , the earth s greatest light .
1 6 C E L L E S E 4 ORN V R .
H o w exultant and gay , with a jubilant play , Have you clamored orth welcomes 011 m a n v a day f , n When laure s home bringi g , wi h shout and with singing l t , The sons of Cornell have honored her sway
And solemn and slow , with resonant blow , You have tolled the sad knell for revered ones laid low ; For the l oved most sincere y and he prized most dear y l t l , to The noblest and best , and the soonest go . O chimes of Cornell , what wonderful spell Have you wrought in my senses t o love you so well ? For oft in my dreaming , with strange subtle seeming , I hear from afar the sweet chimes of Cornell —E l ean o r Gr a y .
TH E RETURN . H RO UGH su n n v all the summer days , str a ved W i d We through nding woo land ways , Or seated by some prattling brook Read Nature ’ s secrets from a book t Not con ned like Greek or La in .
- We breathed the scent of new mown hay , s Cool pas ing winds from far away , Bore murmuring music to o u r ears I t may have been of joy or tears , Of vesper or of matin . The rugged pillars of th e sky Wrought in us of immensity ; The moon above the tranquil deep , a The breaking waves th t never sleep, Moved us to pleasant dreaming . “ ” TE L L M E M I E N 1 , A D . 47
An d d e frien s we loved were by our sid , W h o watched with us the changing tide ,
- s r shif ing clouds , or storm wrapt height , O t — And eagerly we sought poor wights
To read their mystic meaning . S ’ But now eptember s drooping leaves ,
- u The naked fields , the piled p sheaves The empty nest of summer bird , th ’ Withal , authoritative word , t o d u t Recall us our v . o f With treasure trove summ er lore , ’ Rich , tingling blood , health s goodly store , 0 11 We dust the old tomes our shelves ,
An d , since we can not help ourselves , in We seek books new beauty .
M E . TE LL , MAI DEN
ELL me , maiden debonair ,
With the bright cheeks glowing , Are the scholars all so fair Whither thou art going ? ” d Quick she turns her pretty hea , Lif s her lily fi n g er ° t ” s d Hark I hear the chim es , she ai , ” n o t And I may linger .
Up to meet the mou nting sun , W h o are these that follow In the splendor every one S hining like Apollo 1 8 C E L L E E 4 ORN V RS .
C o r n ellian s c r All comes the v , Hearts in voice resounding ;
All C o r n ellia n s make reply ,
Purple hills resounding .
Wide the l and , and wide the sea , e Soon are comrades part d . S hal l Cornell remembered be By her loyal - hearted l Till her walls in dust shal lie , Till her hills shall sever Alma Mater till we die Old Cornell forever
T H E BARGAIN . H E coat had seen hard usage , b n The buttons were worn and e t , w The wrists of the sleeves ere selvage , The elbows torn and rent . The Junior , still and thoughtful Began to m ed itate O 11 a e this coat whose g was doubtful , : And thus , at last , he spake m Old rag , y love for you is strong ; ’ You ve served me well and served me long , For this I am very grateful . ’ We ve been together many a day ; ’ t o Tis cruel now send you away , u A friend you have been most faithf l .
1 0 N E R E 5 COR E L L V S .
FALLEN LEAVES .
’ w THE summer s smiles had passed a ay, ’ t o The summer s suns had gon e rest,
The early autumn , brown and gray , Had breathed o ’ er hills thro ’ night and day
A loving incense heavenly blest .
The trees so lately green and fair
o As silent watchers n ow d stand . No more he birds d o gather here t — t To seek protecting friends now bare O f all those blessings— nature ’ s hand ’ se n t n el s But lonely still the stand .
The whispering breezes come and g o
b - With sighing for the y gone days , ’ Thro leafless branches t o and f r o Where birdling - n otes so sweet and l o w S ang out the songs of summer days .
The brook that ’ neath the summer sun ’ w Did sparkle long its shado y way , N o w m as wanderer , hushed and du b , Counting all days as but one , F aintly smiles and seems to say , S pring will come again some day .
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AT NIGHT .
GO O D - NIGHT those simple words S o often from our careless lips And yet they hold a charm for all ; Our dream into the future dips Finding a fair land of delight
Good - night
H o w f - so t is the good night said , Some summer eve of joyous J un e ’ Lo w droops he maiden s rose - crowned head t — Good - night but must you g o so Soon ! ’ Oh , golden hour Oh , love s delight Good - night
We say good - night to the little ones Whose trustful ey es have tired grown ; d ! Ah , impled daughters Darling sons How tender is the wistful tone That wishes all vour future bright Good - night
- Then , fain tly breathed , the last good night , That comes before the dreamless sleep ; It falls upon us like the blight A O f cruel frost . lone we weep F o r n - an d va ished love lost delight .
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C ourage dear heart , the day is brief S oon t o us comes an even ing hour
o - t o In whi h we say g od night grief, c “ sn o And threatening cloud longer lower . All glor ious is the sunset ’ s light G ood - night
’ MY LAND LADY S BILL . SH E brought l n h er bill This bill must be paid ! ” l I could pay it , but stil (I explained ) I could ill Break a date I had made , S h e Bill brought in her ,
Her bill was soon paid .
TO MY LANDLADY . (After Rudyard Kipling E o HAV eaten your beans and y ur prunes , I have chewed your sausage and hash , Wi h a fiendish swoop I have swallowed your soup , t w An d potatoes that ould not mash . Was there aught that I did n o t swipe ? O f pickles , or fruit , or cheese t One piece of cake tha I did n ot fak e , O n e olive I did n ot seize ?
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S PRING . OW n d N bright for me the days have daw e , And gay my heart doth leap , ’ ’ o er i My worry s , and in the n ght Most peacefully I sleep . For on the patches in my pants No mortal eye shall frown , They will be fully hidden when I wear the cap and gown .
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NATURALLY . E E a H R was man in our town , ’ And this man s name was Ben ; He once picked up a red h o t iron w n And laid it do n agai .
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OUT OF S IGHT . SH E shed a tear upon his vest , The effort made her wince ; The vest was made of flannel
’ And he hasn t seen it since .
RE GRET . IN days gone by at old Cornell I was a j olly W ight ; The hops and gay cotillion were My pleasure a nd delight ; F I L RE A U . 1 55
al l s was o To dan ce at time my j y , But best I liked o all “ f To trip the light fantastic at o ld The dear Junior Ball .
Ah me those h appy days are gone , ’ My college j oys are o er ; a But still at night , with me sured step I promenade the floor ; And deep regret f o r Auld Lang S yne S ’ teals o er me like a pall , o f When , in he s illness he night , t “ t t I hear my junior bawl .
FAI LUR E . C ANNOT draw her earnest , smiling face ; Its fair and fleet , inimitable grace ’ ver v Eludes my grasp , whene er I try ,
t o And my watching , disappointed eye
There shines a mocking burlesque i n its place .
Again I try , but yet behol d no trace so ff Of her within it , again e ace My work and echo softly , with a sigh , I cannot draw S o near it seems And yet flees apace ,
r Beyond my g asp . And j ust as in the chase o u r The game we want will all snares defy , S o here must I con fess resignedly That elusive queen to match my brace d I ca n n o t raw . 1 6 C E L L VE S E 5 ORN R .
A S I D an innocent looking veal II , l “P As s owly it heaved a big , If only th ev N That this veal once did M
The boarders it would b orri - cb
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AID the t u r k ev t o the spoon
I wish that I could hide , t ’ ’ For , hough I m dressed quite a mode , ” My dressing is inside .
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QUE RY . DI D you ever notice th i s When a fellow steals a kiss F rom a righ teous little maiden , calm and meek How her scriptural training shows I n not turning up her nose , But i n simply turning round the other cheek ? O
BRO KE N UP . E RE you calm and collected at Bull Run ? Asked a maiden o Cap ain Moran ; f t ” y o u Yes , exceedingl calm , I assure y , a Replied the g llant old man .
- But with an ear buried under a hay stack , And a leg j ust over the wall , And an arm in the hands of the enemy , ’ ” o l I wasn t c l ected at all .
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A ’ T BLE D HOTE . were gathered round the table ;
E N o t t o W a soul had dared speak , u n d Though pie was burned and mil k was t r e , And tea was passing weak .
n Thus in sile ce we were sitting , Thinking sadly o f our ills ,
n o t But making any protest , ’ F o r we hadn t paid our bills .
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TH E MODERN VERS ION . W ITHIN the parlor dark they sit su n Where they have been since set of ,
Two souls with but one easy chair ,
Two hearts that beat as one .
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N D A LSO I N THE MORNING A E VENING . OW doth the Master of the Chimes ? Improve each noon - day hour By grinding out the same old tunes h While safe wit in the tower . —O
AL AS .
’ I S WORE to her that n o thin g e er Should tear me from her side ; But as I spoke , the hammock broke , An d n the she ne w I lied . k — Good m a n F . . j . G L F CAS CA D I L L A F I E L 1 O ON D . 59
! MI ED .
7 I S n o t amiss to kiss a miss , ’ But tis a miss t o kiss amiss As for a m i ss t o kiss a miss
r o F a more amiss t miss a kiss .
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C A AD I A G O LF ON S C LL FI ELD . EW N game , G reat snap , Hit ball
Little tap . F ollow up As before F ewest strokes ,
Largest score . Ball smaller
Than supposed , S trike hard , Hit toes
Try again ,
’ Missed s more , Cussed hard
Shins sore .
S o ff worn , e Lost caus ,
N o cinch , ’ Thought twas . — L ee E a r /f er CORNE L L VE RSE .
GOOD EYE . ” 6 6 o at n man UT l ok me , the you g ’ And at thy side I ll be ; For thy blac yes the power have k e ” to To draw all men thee .
Just then he stepped right o ff a cliff To certain death below , Sh e d he looke at him , and back came ; s His wo rd s were reall y o .
DI SAPPOINTM ENT .
d to E knew ha I woul like go , H t t — He knew it never fear ; How often have I told him so And wished the Senior Ball were
At length the S enior Ball is nigh ;
To - d ay his letter came ; To read it almost makes me cr y ’ m s It bears y ister s name .