The Messenger, Vol. 42, No. 7

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THE MESSENGER. Entered at the Poat-Office at Richmond College. Va., as aecond-clasa matter.

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APRIL, 1916.

A THOUGHT. H. L. , lratford, '19.

The sun pour forth it dazzling light, And the flowers ope in bloom; The meadow lark sing to her heart's delight, The brooklet chant it tune. The little lamb kip on the green hill ide, And the bees toil on with joy, The ocean leap with majestic pridel\1ankind i a yet the boy. The moon pours out it mellow light, The blossoms fold and sl ep, The nightingale sings of her piteous plight, The brook on it way doth creep. The flocks have gone to a near-by fold, And the bee fulfilled their plan, The ocean moan softly its song of oldMankind i , at last, the man. Oh, the bli s and the joy of our youthful day, And the life so blithe omc and free, May have, long ere this, passed far away, Leaving sordid reality . BuL why can we not construct in this A palace of perfect plan, And live our lives 'mid joy and bliss, Combining the boy with the man?

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