~Tom's Philosophy.~
The bridges mingle with the river,
And the river with the ocean;
The lights of Boston mix forever
With a jagged motion;
Not a lamp-post near looks single;
All things, when in town I dine,
With weird, uncanny phantoms mingle,
Why not I with wine?
See the house-tops fall from heaven!
And that chimney hit the other—
A college man would be forgiven
If home he'd help a brother.
Is it the sun that shines on earth,
Or moonbeams that I see?
What are all my struggles worth,
Since I've lost my key?
Harvard Lampoon.
~Fashion's Folly.~
I knew a maiden fair and sweet,
Whom I had loved for years.
At last one day I told her this,
Although with many fears.
At first she did not say a word,
Then in a pleasant way
She looked out to the west, and said:
"It is a pleasant day."
She had not heard a single word,
She's told me since with tears;
She wore her hair, as some girls will,
Down over both her ears.
S.W. CHAMBERLAIN. Vassar Miscellany.
~Christmas in Chicago.~