Verses from the Harvard Advocate; 3D Ser., 1886-1906

Verses from the Harvard Advocate; 3D Ser., 1886-1906

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...ale, Come and tell a quiet tale. Sewall Carroll Brackett, TOUCHSTONE The court fool played with many a jest That flashed like a meteor bright; And the King and his court laughed long and loud, For they held carouse that night, And the wine was red, and the wine was free, And their hearts were merry and light. But the sparkling wine soon ceased to flow, And the jests are forgotten long ago. And sorrow came to the King and his court, And the jester shared their woe; When, lo, through his grief there shone a smile, And his jest was like the glow Of the sun on his honest, loyal tears. And the King was cheered, I trow. And the King is dead these thousand years, But the jest still charms a smile from tears. John Corbin, '92. SONG Margaret sits at her wheel A Lily grew by a river, And softly unfolded its timorous leaves to the sun That warmed and whitened and withered them one by one, The lily that grew by a river. A heart lay bare to a lover, Who held it up full to the face of the light and the morn, And wooed it and won it and cast it away outworn; The heart that lay bare to a lover. As it has been, so is it ever, --The lily still turns to the warming, withering sun, The heart loves on till loving and life be done, --And so will it be forever. Algernon Tassin, '92. SONG I Saw a knight fare gaily in the sun, Gold was his flowing hair; And 'fore his steed did grace and glory run To speak him fair. "I would I were Sir Knight," quoth I, With tear-dimmed eye. I saw my Lord ride forth from out his gate, Gemmed all with jewels rare; And forty thanes did follow him in state 'Mid bugle blare. "I would I were Sir Lord," quoth I, With moody sigh. I met my Lady in the garden shade, Lent-lilies plucked she there; And by her side a more

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