The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, February 01, 1896, Image 18

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    College Verse.
A FRIrtNDI,V HAVN.
Said the whiiikered tned,
To the fair co-ed '
"I'm like a ship at sea—
, Exams. are near,
And much I fear
I will unlucky be."
"Then," murmured she,
"A shore I'll be
Come rest thy journey o'er."
Then darkness fell,
And all was well,
For the ship had hugged the shore.
lii' Art, THE, Ross
If he who gladly dances
Were not compelled to pay
The man who plays the fiddle,
And life were not a riddle
Full of uncertain chances—
Oh, wouldn't it be gay
If he who gladly dances
Were not compelled to pay.
If all the pretty roses
Could bloom without a thorn,
And fate which now denies us
That which our heart most prizes
Would never more oppose us—
What joy would then be born
If all the pretty roses
Could bloom without a thorn.
Thum :Vs NO ESCAPn.
There's no escape for me, for thine
Are charms that all my love entwine,
And hid it linger close to thee
As zephyrs do to meadow lea—
As sighs do to the swaying pine.
'Tis Heaven rules; should you consign
My love to torture keen and fine,
'Twould linger, wounded, constantly—
There's no escape.
But, dear, thy wooing heart benign,
Love-haloed, is a mercy shrine
At which I kneel on willing knee,
And naught can part the chain on me ;
Not even death can break the line—
There's no escape. —Rondeau, in Vanity
—Columbia Spectator.