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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1897)
; fUSS PERIS!
UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
LINCOLN, NKKltASKA, MAY 21, 1SA7.
PROFESSOR H. K. WOLFK, UNIVERSITY
He cairn? in the day when our walls rose young
By the gray suit shore of the prairie stream,
When from iimny a thatch where the grass roots
Keen eyes were watching the new light gleam
He came with the sons of the sod-built home,
His young voice rang in the fiivt war won;
He led the giants that conquered Rome
For the sinewy arm of Nebraska's son.
from the towers that watch by the misty Rhine,
He brought the treasures of other lands:
He placed them high on our temple's shrine
'I'lH'glail free gift of Ins loyal hands.
He was one of us, he is one of us,
Wherever the path t)f his life may turn:
No. stone of our walls but is Hushing us
HMoiie that kindle, his words that burn.
His Mother's Face.
'twas so lonesome without mamma!
ilii't'liiM stoppcl short iu his play and
Mimt!fl towards th house. Tho dog
pped the stick from Ins mouth and
! N l.v tho boy's side, wag-in- his
'Mwy. Thoy ,.limo to tluT stops of
III- vi.rnu.ln w.. tho hoy sat down.
,",nglHiill.islm,Ml i his master's lap.
Mwn tin. hoy iihmo. . Tho front door
l'! ho tiptoed his way into tho
'"l01; oim was nlioiit. Ho dragged
,,,l.,,,1l "mik iilmosl out or siirht among
hrTrT" Tl", H0IIth wiml n
( ' ! tin oak-houghs, and rustled tho
'i "it aVlw bonouil tfl wi1,,0Wi
J; k in ll.o hallway ticked slow
o..ls ,,' '; ,hf. !y ' bond
( , ; "", "I-"" Ins paws in tho open
.), -V ; W I'MIOHOIIII. il soomod!
J$Xt lm? in t,m Ubviivy a-
u, n,,, tniio, siuoo that sad day
"n,,,.v "MmHVomthoohurp.h without:
mamma. Auntie did not laugh and talk
and tell so many stories as she used to
do. Only Rover was tho same. Dear
old Rover! What a good old dog!
But where was mamma now? Auntie
said she had gone to be with God ; and
papa ordy wiped his eyes and went away.
But auntie said if he would bo good, he
could go to see her some day.
How lovingly the mother-face smiled
down upon him from the groat frame on
the high wall! Would she, would she
speak to him? Ho smiled, andi gentle
tromor shook his limbs, as if ho would
stretch forth his arms to her; for now he
And now she soomod to move. Why,
sho had not gone; for now she came and
took him, and clasped him in her arms!
Ho felt her gentle fingers smooth aside
his hair; and ho felt her moist lips press
a kiss upon his forhead. "Mamma" he
cried and turned to clasp his arms about
her nook. "Auntie"-he whispered, as
he opened his eyes; and ho hid his lace
in Auntie's breast and sobbed aloud.
Then Rover came and laid his head in
Uoiirht Mitt IVfmjamh.
A SENTINEL PINE.
High upon u ridge of red,
Hliic-nrchcd heaven over-head,
Watching day-light die nwuy
Ovcrsagogrown valleys gray,
(Jnarled and brown against tho line
Of earth and sky-a giant pine
From a ragged niouiitaiu-crcflt,
Ooldcii gleaming, shrub carrcss'd
Sun -beams glow in gulches low
Over toopoo stones that gnw
Dim in darkness: coyotes whine
And cry beneath a silent pine.
JOSKJ'M ANIMIKM'S SAIMIKNT.
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