L'ENVOI Oh, let my argosy's flight Come back through the streaming mist, A. A. LUTHER My idea Of restin' Jest Restin' Is to go down to th' Crick And lay down on th' bank Otterbein College An' jest lay an' think an' listen Or maybe Jest lay an' listen. An' hear th' cow bell Janglin' soft like Way down in th' paster lot: An' watch th' ants Tote a dead bug Up one side of a stick and down t'other. (Dern little fools!) An' chase flies off yer nose An' feel sorta tickled When th' ol' toad Settin' under a cool leaf Ketches one. An' along comes an ol' scamp of a blue jay An' screeches at ye An' a sassy little red squirrel An' orders ye offen his earth: I wonder if they's any red squirrels An' blue jays in Heaven? ALVIN BRUCH The Wind College of the City of New York A disobedient and boisterous child, Turned out of doors until his ways improve, He whistles with a fretful cheeriness, He tries the door and finds it barred against him, He rattles at the panes with new impatience. His sob becomes a wail, his wail a shriek; In sudden rage he rushes through the garden, Uprooting greens and shattering the cornstalks, Sending the ducklings scampering for shelter. Then, his strength failing, his anger lessens, — He whispers through the ear of the iron lock His spirit is subdued, his voice repentant. To a Mud Puddle FORMAN G. BROWN University of Michigan So brown, so dirty by the gutter wall, Yet he who gazes on your murky face So is it with our lives; in hidden deeps |