Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1874 — A COLLEGE GARDEN REVERIE [ARTICLE]

A COLLEGE GARDEN REVERIE

[“ L’homme propose,” etc.] Yondeb— a stone-throw from this seat of mine— The gray old college rises through Its leaves, Bright with the arrowy glinting summer-shine. Sweet with the birds' Anting 'neath the shad - owed eaves. .How fa&, lhmfliar and unaltered still That giimpße of roof, that sunlit's gable end! Those gey. flowers, gemming that deep windowsill; That ivied archway and that cloister bend 1 There slopes the lawn away beneath it^trees; There peep again the college walls beyond; There, as of old, in white, majestic ease, 'The swans move, oaring np tee lilted pond. The graybeard gardener, with his swinging scythe— Lot how he shakes I He is too old to mow. It seems bnt yesterday I saw him blithe Andyonng. Ah, well! we all must older grow. It seems bat yesterday that here we walked And sat and smoked, my own best friend and I, Gay, happy-hearted lads, and fbndly talked And planned our futures and their honors high. How both would win a feildWship; and he ‘ Should plead and question, wearing wig and gown, And I should don the sober suit, and be— Quickly, of course—a shining light in town. Then came one gold-green June, that somewhat hid Our wig-and-mitar dfeatns,* and* made them How fitfiLand fair the sweet flower season slid! How'bf’the present was bur only thought! * -How the old place was changed, and sudden made . Vocal with merry maiden voices sweet! Bright with gay gleams shot down tee happy shade, Flashed through by rare white hands and fairy feet. And one there was who drew ns to one spot And made ns meet—no more in friendship fair. In love of her our own love was forgot, And where she was there we two always were. So hate rose np between my friend and me. Poor, pretty girl! she could not love us both. “Ugh! win your miter And your wife!” sneered he; I gibed, and called him “Judge,” and made him wroth. * * * * * * * O friendship, fleeted like this fleeting shade! O this way planned, O that way acted life! He Uvea and grinds in Oxford; I, in trade; He won hja fellowship, and I, the wife. —Temple Bar.