THE MESSENGER. Entered at the Poat-Office a~ Riobmond Collego, Va., aa eecond-claas matter.
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XLII.
FEBR TA.RY, 1916.
VERSES. J. TV.G., '18.
Roll on, thou grand and mighty deep! 1 Thy angry foam-ere t billow·, roll; ntil "that day when none hall ·leep," And all thy drop in blood be told. Let plying bark that plough thy cre·t, And e'en the fi h, ten fathom - low, Find refuge on thy heaving br a -t When tyrannous south-we terns blow. So rai e thy trident, trong of arm! Oh, epturc of the thundering ea; And shake thy locks within the torm, Until He come -thou master be. Let Triton sound his wreathed horn, Across the gale- wept boundless main, And summon all of nature's godsOf thunder, lightning, and of rain; To meet in council halls of stone, Beneath the wave so cold and gray, When Nepture its upon his throne, And rules the deep with sceptred sway.
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