The.

SMITH COLLEGE Smith College Monthly.

SYRACUSE UNIVERSITY University Herald.

TEXAS, UNIVERSITY OF University of Texas Magazine.

TRINITY COLLEGE Trinity Tablet, The.

TUFTS COLLEGE Tuftonian, The.

UNION COLLEGE Concordiensis, The. Garnet, The. Parthenon, The.

VANDERBILT UNIVERSITY Vanderbilt Observer, The.

VASSAR COLLEGE Vassar Miscellany, The.

VIRGINIA, UNIVERSITY OF Virginia University Magazine.

WELLESLEY COLLEGE Wellesley Magazine, The. Wellesley Lyrics, 16mo, 1894.

WELLS COLLEGE Cardinal, The.

WESLEYAN UNIVERSITY Wesleyan Argus, The. Wesleyan Literary Monthly, The. Olla Podrida, The. Wesleyan Verse, 16mo, 1894.

WESTERN RESERVE UNIVERSITY College Folio, The.

WILLIAMS COLLEGE Williams Literary Monthly, The.
                              Williams Weekly, The.

WISCONSIN, UNIVERSITY OF Badger, The.
                              Wisconsin Aegis.

YALE UNIVERSITY Yale Courant, The. Yale Literary Magazine, The. Yale Record, The.

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~Soap-Bubbles.~

As a little child at play
Blows upon a pipe of clay
Bubbles, evanescent, bright,
With their iridescent light,
So I fling upon the wind
Verses of the bubble kind.

And my friend with eyes of blue
Looks my dainty verses through,
Pauses from his books awhile,
With an intellectual smile;
For my fancy seems as naught
To this man of deeper thought.

Still I plead as my excuse:
"Even bubbles have their use.
They are perfect while they live,
And their short career may give,
As they shimmer, and are flown,
Some suggestion for our own.

"Let their beauty, pure and glad,
Make another soul less sad,
And, as upward they are whirled,
Let them show their little world,
Floating clouds and perfect sky,
Warmly mirrored, ere they die."

HERBERT MULLER HOPKINS. Columbia Literary Monthly.

I. LOVE AND SENTIMENT

~Love Laughs.~

"Love laughs at locksmiths," laughs ho! ho!
Still Thisbe steals to meet a beau,
  Naught recks of bolt and bar and night,
  And father's frown and word despite.
As in the days of long ago,
In southern heat and northern snow
Still twangs the archer's potent bow,
  And as his flying arrows smite,
    Love laughs.

Trinity Tablet.

~Where Cupid Dwells.~

Way over the seas, is a far, far land,
  Where skies are blue and gold;
Where ripples break on a silver sand,
  And sunbeams ne'er grow old;
There's a dale where Cupid dwells, they say,
And 'tis there that he rests from his frolic play.

Oh, there's many a lass and many a swain
  That knows of his shafts made there;
For Cupid spares naught of a deep heart-pain.
  Though love be all his care.
And I think he should make a reflection or two,
When he rests over there from his play. Don't you?

ROBERT L. MUNGER. Yale Courant.

~To Ruby Lips.~

Two ruby lips are hers; a pair
Of eyes a cynic to ensnare,
  A tinted cheek, a perfect nose,
  A throat as white as winter's snows,
And o'er her brow bright golden hair.

But, though she's everything that's fair,
My captured fancy's focused where
  A saucy smile suffuses those
          Two ruby lips.

Why longer wait their sweets to share?
We're safe behind the portière.
  A moment, then, that no one knows—
  Ah! now she's flown, couleur de rose,
With, one might hint (but who would dare?)
          Too ruby lips.

H.A. RICHMOND. The Tech.

~A Gift.~

My friend holds careless in his palm
  A glittering stone.
He does not know a jewel rare
  Is all his own.

But in its flashing lights I see
  A diamond shine,
And though he holds it in his hand,
  The gem is mine.

ELIZABETH REEVE CUTTER. Smith College Monthly.

~Jacqueminot.~

Are you filled with wonder, Jacqueminot,
Do you think me mad that I kiss you so?
If a rose could only its thoughts express,
I'd find you mocking, I more than guess;
And yet if you vow me a fond old fool,
Just think if your own fine pulse was cool
When you lay in her tresses an hour ago,
      Jacqueminot.

This pale, proud girl, you must understand,
Held all my fate in her small white hand,
And when I asked her to be my bride,
She wanted a day to think—decide;
And I asked, if her answer were no, she'd wear
A Marshal Niel to the ball in her hair,
But if 'twere yes, she would tell me so
      By a Jacqueminot.

My heart found heaven, I had seen my sign,
And after the dance I knew her mine,
And I plucked you out of her warm, soft hair,
As her stately pride stood trembling there,
And I felt in the dark for her lips to kiss,
And I pressed them close to my own like this,
And I held her cheek to my own cheek—so,
              Jacqueminot!

FREDERIC LAWRENCE KNOWLES. Wesleyan Literary Monthly.

~Don't You Wish You Knew!~

Glancing in the moonlight,
  Gliding in the dark,
Down the river slowly,
  Floats our dainty bark.
Sweetly sound two voices,
  Shadows hide the view;
Heard the rushes something?
  Don't you wish you knew!

Gently sigh the zephyrs,
  Shine the stars above,
Eyes of brighter lustre
  Speak of lasting love.
Quickly pass the hours,
  Glides the bark canoe;
Heard the rushes something?
  Don't you wish you knew!

A.H.B. Brunonian.

~Prom-Roses.~

Only a bunch of roses fair,
  A duster of pink and white,
Roses that nod to the music low,
  The flowers she wore that night.

She tenderly lifts each