AN EPISODE.
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Within thy portals year by year,
From every clime beneath the sun,
May those assemble who revere
The majesty of "Three in One";
Thus, o'er the daisied fields around
Where student-feet shall press the sod,
With nature's worship shall resound
The voice of praise to nature's God.
From every clime beneath the sun,
May those assemble who revere
The majesty of "Three in One";
Thus, o'er the daisied fields around
Where student-feet shall press the sod,
With nature's worship shall resound
The voice of praise to nature's God.
An Episode.
Like treasure-trove, within a chest
For years it lay securely hid,
Till busy hands, one day possessed
Of leave to raise the ponderous lid,
'Mong other relics quickly caught
This old memento, half-forgot.
For years it lay securely hid,
Till busy hands, one day possessed
Of leave to raise the ponderous lid,
'Mong other relics quickly caught
This old memento, half-forgot.
Time-tinted 't was, and redolent:
As if its hiding-place had been
A chaliced flower, diffusing scent
As sweet as rose or jessamine—
But I remember, now I think,
'T was that delicious violet ink!
As if its hiding-place had been
A chaliced flower, diffusing scent
As sweet as rose or jessamine—
But I remember, now I think,
'T was that delicious violet ink!
