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