The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, October 18, 1894, Page 7, Image 7
THE HESPEKIAN that is wisest and wittiest, and kindest and not loso their birth-right and inheritance, Tho literary balance of trado shall not be long over the sea. But whothor Holmos was English or not doos not mattor so long as wo can appreciate what ho wrote. He belongs to ovory man who can read his moaning and feol it. And it will be a long day before wo forgot ''Tho Last Loaf," and "Tho Chambered Nautilus." Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 'Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine out grown shell by life's unresting sea! Thi3 poem by Mr. Martin, was to have appeared in tho Junior Annual of last year, but owing to tho fact that tho copy of it was lost as the literary matter wont to press it was left out. Wo are glad to see this recog nition by The Hesperian. Sombrero Editors. acrostic. Heaven directed, the sons of freedom came Across the dark expanse of untried sea, Inspired with hopes of finding once again, Like Phoenix raised, their long-lost liberty. Away from tyrants, greed and selfish might, Long hampered thought awoke to broader view, Man claimed equality his inborn right, And valued most the power to think and do. More freedom still from prejudice to gain, Again the men of broadest minds went forth, Transforming forest into fields of grain, Evolving character of truth and worth, Restraining not the sons of lowly birth. Then the oppressed of every clime and land Heard invitation given to build their homes On fields that never knew a plowman's hand, Under a sun whose rays ne'er kissed a throne. Pressed on by population's quick increase Unto Nebraska's plains there came those who Resented most the bonds of prejudice, Expecting here to build their homes anew. Scarce had they broken up the native sod, Prepared rude shelter from the stormy blasts, Remembering freedom's long and treacherous road In schools they sought to place their trust at last, Nor were their labors idle, or in vain j Good Alma Mater this thou makest plain. Oppression could not thrive along with thee, For all conditions thou wert ever free. We look to thee, O Alama Mater dear, In all the darkest trials ot our state, Send out thy light and make our duty clear, Dispel our fears and gloomy darkness break. Onward then shall thy steady progress be, Making thy glory known i'rom sea to sea. S. H. Martin. WHAT YOU WILL. It is a great pity that Prof. Lees did not bring with him from Paris or tho Pope an official mandate with a guillotin for tho seal, forever forbidding tho youths of this institu tion or any other from abjectly parting their hair in tho middle. Tho craze has gone about far enough. It isn't so bad if a fellow is curly headed or has time to use a crimping iron. But when his long, greasy, stringy, tawny locks hang down in his face and over his ears and into his eyes, it is a little more than our sight can bear, to seo his misery quadrupled because lie is tho victim of fash ion. We've tried to fathom tho reason for this phenomenon the strong, unfrivolous, unfettered half of humanity voluntarily on slaving themselves to tho old dame or tho old monsieur of fashion. But wo can't. There isn't any reason; it is all unreason able, unsensible and ridiculous. Wo've taken minute observations, and we know there is not a single devotee to this fad of fads who improves his looks thereby. So if it is in crease of beauty they are after, they are employing very strange moans. And they can't bo doing it because they wish to bo eccentric. It takes considerably more to make an average University boy eccentric than the difference of an inch in the part of his hair. They are all too charmingly common place to be eccentric under any conditions. If they do it because they wish to look ugly, sj