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The Hesperian.
WEEKLY JOURNAL OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Tho Southorn-crONs shines fair to-night,
Honouth tho tropic moon,
Tho Ixiotlo uhoiiH hln phosphor light
Upon tho mill lngoon;
Uut tu:, from whoro tho orange blows,
Flout soft us snow to mo.
A thousand leagues my spirit goes
Uoyond my eocou-treo;
And nslcH as It follows tho winged light
AcroKh tho fragrant sou,
" On tho other slao of tho world to-night
Does some ono think of me?"
UNDER THE IPAIUMS,
Cun tho leaguo-long linos of uorf and foam
Whoro thoy guthor In tho buy,
E'or chock tho thoughts that hasten homo
Llko gulls with tho full of UayT
Thoy Ray Mint tho pulso of tho ocean wldo
Will thrill to Its fnrtbONt strand:
If so. I'll sing to tho rising tldo
'Till It throbs on my natlvo land;
And ask till tho fading ot tho light
Whoro tho moon sinks In tho son,
"On tho othor stdo of tho world to-night
Docs no ono think of me?"
I hour my fato in tho tnollow wind
That frets my fragrunt doll,
And read In tho htur-shlno, soft ami kind,
Moro tulos tli u n the wizards tell,
And, though I Ho 'neuth tho drooping palm
Whoro tho soldiers' eamp-llro glows,
Mybeart still trusts and throbs as calm
As tho sou tliut around mo Hows,
And I know by tho thrill of fond dollght
Thut 11)1h my rovorlo
On tho other side of tho world to. night
Thoro's one who thinks of me.
Ira Kelloiju, Co, Ji, ut Neb,
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