EXCHANGE VERSE A trifle, surely, but tell me, pray, What have you done with my earnest plan To " live for the good of the human race," To " think and work for my fellow man." Last night it mastered my every wish And never a trace of it now I find; 'Tis vanished and gone like a sun-sped mist, And naught finds dwelling in heart or mind. Save the haunting gleam of a curly head And a mischievous, mocking, girlish face, And an echo of laughter, trilling out In eerie music about the place. How should I know that soft, warm lips Could wield such perilous, ruthless might ? And you are dancing with someone else, The kiss and its giver forgotten quite. (For the mistletoe hung in the paneled hall And a kiss is a /rifle after all.) JUBILATE. Radiant and glorious, upon field and wood Rests now the full warmth of the morning sun, His kindly course begun, And all the grove which late in silence stood Is musical with myriad songs made one; Made one in Alleluia unto thee, 0 Lord,' by the bird choirs whose common voice Sings loud, "Rejoice, rejoice ! In beauty and in glory corneal He To fill each waiting soul by Love's own choice." —The Moruingside
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