THE ffl.ESSEN GE}l. VoL XXXV
. APRIL, 1909.
No. 6.
tto easter. BY C, L. STILLWELL,
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Hail, happy Easter! hail thou blest of days! Thy sacred memory of a hallowed past 'l'o us is dear. On this glad morn at last He ' rOÂŁe. Henceforth and evermore our praise Shall be to Christ, the risen Lord, our King. The painful crown of thorn s did pierc1~ His brow. His side, His Iiands, His feet did bleed-but now The cruel wounds are healed, so we can sing Our joyful songs to Christ the Victor true. Bring hither sacred flowers this Easter morn, 0 Flora, that His brow we may adorn With crowns of flowers, red and white and blue. Burst forth, 0 songs of angel choirs to-day, Ring bells-play harps-peal out your happy lay.
'Wlilaon 1Reat)tng. ,r THE
ELDER."
- ~ S the shadows were falling on Exeter campus, one evening
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towards the end of the session, a young man might have been seen walking slowly toward th e main dormitory, reading a letter while a puzzled and rather quizzical expression came over his countenance. He had just received a letter from home, which read in part as follows: -