COLLEGE RHYMES

THE BLOSSOM OF THE FLYING TERMS."

Delia.

AN beauty of its power unconscious be?
Unwitting of the mystic charms it weaves;
And while it graves its image upon me,
Ignore the deep impression that it leaves?

Can lashes droop, nor wist the reason why?
Can woman see devotion's glance of fire,
Nor know the object of the gazing eye,
The eye that gazes only to admire ?

UNIV. COLL., OXFORD.

VOL. X.

J. F. C.

B

Loping against Hope.

E was all in all to mother,

All her life and light and joy; Husband long since drowned, and brother, She lived only for her boy.

When from distant lands returning,
His broad shoulders filled the door;
Did not all her soul then, burning,

Leap to meet her son once more?

Did she not, in fervent praying,
Ask again to see her boy?

Why did Heaven, her prayer gainsaying,
Bid Death's ministers destroy?

Hoping against Hope.

Come now, watch beside the ocean,

Whence her son returns no more,Where the waves, with ceaseless motion, Heedless flow his body o'er.

3

Far beyond the gilded glory,
Where the evening sun descends,
He can hear her mournful story,
There where her sad spirit tends.

Full of love and life and beauty,
Full of free and happy joy,
True and steadfast to his duty,
He has perished but a boy.

Day and night the waves are moaning
On the dreary, dreary shore;
Not so loud but what her groaning
Sounds above them evermore.

Morn and eve, upon the shingle
She is pacing to and fro;

Morn and eve, in sorrow single,
She is toiling with her woe.

VOL. X.

B 2

Yet we saw him fall in fighting,
Foremost in th' appointed place ;——
There he lay, the moonbeams lighting
Up his calm and pallid face.

When we see her daily pondering,
With a bowed and aching head,
Shall we bid her cease her wandering?
Were it kind to whisper "Dead"?

Yes! for may we not be certain
He still lives beyond the sea,
Far beyond the sky's blue curtain,
Happy through eternity?

So now when we see her wandering
With a bowed and aching head,

We will bid her cease her pondering,

For 't were kind to whisper "Dead!"

SIDNEY COLL., CAMBRIDGE.

. B.