Bar, Oh! break the sadness
Of the doubter's sin;
Sing eternal gladness,
Thou, my mandolin.
HAROLD MARTIN BOWMAN.
_Inlander_.
~On Tying Daphne's Shoe.~
Tying her shoe, I knelt at Daphne's feet;
My fumbling fingers found such service sweet,
And lingered o'er the task till, when I rose,
Cupid had bound me captive in her bows.
J. STUART BRYAN.
_Virginia University Magazine_.
II. COMEDY
~Chappie's Lament.~
I walked one day with Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town,
I in me long Pwinth Albert,
She in a new Worth gown,
I talked that day with Phyllith,
Ovah in Bothton town,
Of things intenth and thoulful,
Begged her me love to cwown.
I pawted that day fwom Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town;
She'd be a bwothah to me, she said,
But wouldn't be Mitheth Bwown.
FERRIS GREENSLET.
_Wesleyan Literary Monthly_.
~Marigold.~
I love confinement in thy bonds,
I love thy little stock to hold,
Thy very scent,
Aye, marigold!
I'll love confinement of thy bonds,
I'll love thy little stocks to hold,
Thy every cent,
_I_ marry gold!
HENRY SAFFORD CANDEE.
_Trinity Tablet_.
~An Idyl of the Strap.~
She spoke to me, her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Replete.
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