_Bryn Mawr Lantern._
~A Banquet Song.~
I.
Comrades, fill the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Fill it full of love and laughter,
Claret lips and kisses after,
Crown it with a maiden's smiles,
And the foam of magic wiles.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
II.
Fill again, the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Overflow it with the roses
Which her timid blush discloses.
With her sparkling eyelight sift it,
Till it flavored is. Then lift it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
III.
Comrades, fill a parting cup
Brimming up!
Flood it in your praise's zest,
For the uninvited guest.
With her charms and graces fill it,
Touch the lips and heartward spill it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
_Dartmouth Literary Monthly._
~The Senior And The Rose.~
A few faded rose-leaves--
A Freshman-year treasure--
I view you again with a sigh.
Three years have I kept you
In care without measure,
And now must I tell you good-by?
A rose that a Senior
Once dropped and deserted,
A rose from the bright banquet-hall,
A rose that man gave me,
When madly I flirted
With him at the great Junior Ball.
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