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About Hesperian student / (Lincoln [Neb.]) 1872-1885 | View Entire Issue (May 1, 1877)
Qui noil l'rollelt, lK-llclt.
MAY, 187 1
A nllly thing this pride we praise,
Anil make the idol or our hearts;
For 1 1 1 n r we dupo tliu mind wol raise.
And load tliu soul with boorish parts.
When onci' Btihjoct to her command,
Wo lose the light Hint Judgment gives;
We're fashioned by her graceless hand,
And send to hi'll the soul that lives.
.So grown deformed the hapless race,
As feeds the cankering self-esteem;
Ami huge monstrosities keep pace
With modes that half their sting redeem.
Hence, god-forsaken sights wo see,
A pumpkin struts about on straws;
A churn but covers half a Ilea
Because of his eiiorniou-j claws.
A scraping crescent clips the sky;
A horse's head, a mnlden's breast,
A camel's hump, the devil 1 why,
A llsh's tail tells all the rest.
A grunting swine, a chain of gold
Does 111 his porklsh front bedeck;
While silver cords do fairly hold
The witless donkoy round the neck.
A heifer walks in glided hoots;
A shutting gobler shows his penrls;
A limpin" poodle barks and hoots
At ram's gold rings and Jackal's curls.
These foolish dolts and stupid loons,
Knch heedless of the cup ho quails;
And elephants from golden spoons
ilo condiments to still giraffes.
A motley herd, this clamorous throng,
As oft they come from various ways,
To worship loud with blatant song
Tho silly thing, the l'rhlu they pialso.
And when at last with galnly stride
Sho comes, while nods her tinted plume,
Tho gawking throng cry loud, "Make wide
The way 1 Give room I" they say," give room I
" This goddess of our henrts now claims
The loudest praisu our tongues can give.
Oil I slug: Her love our souls Inflames,
And lights for truth tho lives wo live."
Then comes, as if tho wheeling sphere
In mighty steps she did bestride,
This heavenly queen their hearts hold dear,
This hypocrite, repugnant Pride,
"I know," she says, "obedient souls,
That with you e'er I live and reign,
And that the treasure each ono holds
Is far trom half I'd have you gain.
" Hut toil ye on, oh I lovely ones,
A rich toward repays your pains.
Taste not the cup that Dncchus shuns,
Hut follow me, and wait for gains.
"Ah I many Joys a future year
Keeps well for those who wait till then.
So toll ye on and never fear."
Then all say low the sweet " Amcnl"
V. M. L.
Our lives are before us. Soon they will
be behind us, nml we shall weep or sinilo
to know the result. Time never nllows it
double burden, nor the stone burden
twice, but onco for nil, and the world must
take it for what it may be worth. Time is
our servant, and will do whatsoever wo
will, but obstinately refuses to retruce
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