And now it blares thro' bronze and tin,
Thro' clarion, organ, catcall, comb:—
"Felicity. Enquire within.
The genial goddess is at home!"
For, tent or studio, bank or bin,
Platonic porch, Petræan dome,
Where'er our hobbies champ and foam,
Thero'er the brave old sign we pin—
"Felicity. Enquire within."
W. E. Henley.
IV.
"And sweet girl graduates in their golden hair."—Tennyson.
Sweet girl graduates, golden-haired,
You for whom has been prepared
Love's fair university,
Dons and double-firsts to be-
Why are you so quickly scared?
When the prudes their worst have glared,
When the dowagers have stared,
What has passed they might not see,
Sweet girl-graduates, golden-haired,
You for whom has been prepared
Love's fair university?
Most is won when most is dared.
Let your dainty lore be aired.
Love and thought and fun are free.
All must flirt in their degree.
Books alone have never reared
Sweet girl-graduates, golden-haired.
W. E. Henley.