The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, October 18, 1894, Page 7, Image 7

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    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,
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