xchange Clippings.
AN ARTIC SPRING.
aint perfume, a wafted breath,
A gleam from off the southern shore;
i then the icy clutch of death
Seizes upon its own once more,
ne lonely desert weed, companionless, forlorn,
itters the frost-locked earth and struggles toward
the morn
That flames in southern skies, and then it droops
and dies.
Some shaggy polar, shambling o’er the snow,
Glares for an instant at the warmer glow
h dim-eyed longing; growls and turns away
Into liis den
And once again
; pallid monster of the north resumes his sway.
Wesleyan Lit.
WITH A FRATERNITY PIN.
You’ve always had a charm
So now I send this charm
To thee;
From every harm
Or wild alarm,
May it defend thee.
And as a souvenir
Of me,
That bears my Christmas cheer
To thee.
From every tear
Or cause of fear,
May it defend thee.
For me,
Hamilton Lit,