Can scorch the pike to beat the band.
Our Campfire Girls, erect, unique,
They part their hair at "right oblique;"
Can flirt a bit just on the sly,
Can sing or dance in ecstasy;
Can punish ice-cream by the plate,
And laugh or frolic jubilate.
Our Campfire Girls, erect, unique,
They part their hair at "right oblique;"
Can flirt a bit just on the sly,
Can sing or dance in ecstasy;
Can punish ice-cream by the plate,
And laugh or frolic jubilate.
And now our Campfire Girls are all
Scattered in many a college hall!
Cicero, Virgil, midnight hours—
O for the home 'midst shady bowers!
See! see! the midnight oil burns low,
And clocks upon the mantel show,
How well the tales of classic wit
These modern Amazons can fit!
Scattered in many a college hall!
Cicero, Virgil, midnight hours—
O for the home 'midst shady bowers!
See! see! the midnight oil burns low,
And clocks upon the mantel show,
How well the tales of classic wit
These modern Amazons can fit!
1920
To a Prospective Graduate
One page alone, one page well turned;
One step alone, one step well earned;
Another page of lengthened years
May oft be moistened by thy tears.
One step alone, one step well earned;
Another page of lengthened years
May oft be moistened by thy tears.
The midnight tasks that hold from sleep
Teach us to garner as we reap.
The ticking clock on yonder wall,
The drooping lids as swift hours call!
Teach us to garner as we reap.
The ticking clock on yonder wall,
The drooping lids as swift hours call!
The morning brings the rising sun;
The tiring race at last is won!
The laurelled brow now feels no more
The burdens and the pains of yore.
The tiring race at last is won!
The laurelled brow now feels no more
The burdens and the pains of yore.
Refrain
Now leave the harbor, seek the deep!
Thy compass true, thy vigil keep!
Though oft thy decks by fierce winds swept,
Thy close-reefed sails to harbor crept.
Thy compass true, thy vigil keep!
Though oft thy decks by fierce winds swept,
Thy close-reefed sails to harbor crept.
1922
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