U n iversity
of
(M e s o n M o n th ly
means too mtich’sfeô tile idea of University/' ' Commencement time
is the only time of year when college work does not press and when
student and alumnus meet with the love of university in their
hearts, as their strongest feeling for the time. How full of swept
associations the time is, and how much the memory of them must,
mean in later years.
Edna Caufleld.
ECCE REDITURA
Sweet-heart, why is my sun-beam dulled?
And where lost-my moon her sheen?
My stars are inrXethe dipped and lulled,
When thop art awayy-^-tny-Queen.
JBeloved, my day-dream is gloom and chill,
The nightj^/dank with my moan,
The hour-glass hoardeth its sands so still,
For thou, ‘O my ‘Life, art flown.
Dearie, the clouds grow dark and lower,
And thè storm e’en iti bow hath shed,
The honey-bee pofseth, but scofneth my flower,
Since thou, O my Love, hath fled.
A crash of Thor’s hammer! a flash
Of lightning riveth all space !
And lo ! through the cleft in my chaos,
A vision moveth apace !
Deaf arms outstretched in yearning,
• Blup eyes with the old light burning*
Mazes of brown hair waving,
Sweet lips/kisses craving—
Yea, I know theef, Angel Incarnate!'
’Tis thótì—thou'àrt' comirigi my Sweet.
E. S. D.