The School of Education Record of the University of North Dakota Volume 1-6

The School of Education Record of the University of North Dakota Volume 1-6

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... the School of Medicine, and to "Our Dumb Animals," in which it first appeared, for the following poem, which is highly appropriate at this time. Dr. Grassick himself gives the following explanation of its origin.--Editor.) "While spending the winter on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, Florida, my first morning out I saw a robin, and on hearing me announce the fact, my landlady said, 'Nonsense, I have lived here for four years and I have never seen or heard one.' To convince her of the truth of my statement, we went out together, and sure enough the robin was there to greet us. On seeing us he hopped to a branch of a near-by tree, chirped a few times as if to clear his throat and find his key--as all great singers do, --and then his little throat swelled out, while Vernon P. Squires, M.A., Litt. D., Dean of the College of Liberal Arts, and Head of the Department of English note after note, bar after bar, and trill after trill of his northern song, that he had come all these two thousand miles to sing for us, filled the morning air with richest melody. This is what he sang: " A Welcome, dear brother, --a Florida greeting! Here's my wing, I extend it--a token sincere; My heart is athrob at the joy of our meeting--Welcome! friend from the Northland, Dakota so dear! The blush on my bosom, like tints of the morning, Was a kiss from the Goddess of Light long ago; This banner of brightness, my breastplate adorning, Facing always to sunward, to Phoebus I owe. And so as the meadows grew withered and hoary, And the leaves of the forest were covering the mold, I pinioned my way to this Southland of glory, Where I flit mid the sunshine, the green, and the gold. But this is not all--there's a voice softly cooing; It's a whisper, at first like...
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  • Paperback | 220 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 12mm | 399g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236497376
  • 9781236497376