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LITERARY product of exalted thought. . Come Venus, and on zepher as to Cyprus shore Climb cloud-strewn stairs to high green hill There among rose and myrtle, swans, and doves We the universe with your light will fill. No longer alone the cup to raise Our hands as one the potion will drain And steps that have echoed with pace forlorn Will life, death, and life know in twain. To- Ti'ue love is its own reward Love that gives and nothing asks; Love with purpose and ambition one Itself to wholly give. All tasks I do one-thoughted and when them done, Am content. Yet within, though I try Its falling to prevent - a tear and I cry. True to give to you is all. To love as I crowns its own. Laurels, natural branches of the tree Which sprouts from its own seed sown In the orchard you have planted within me. Forgive, if I too often wish you whole. Oh love, yourself is so alike your soul. True your faith to have removes All else there is to want. Search ends and seeks no further to disclose Sights of beauty eternal or no longer to haunt Imagination’s shadows, her groves or on her lap repose. Yet, your kiss - your warmth - yourself entire I, in selfishness, wish - want - crave - must desire. To Clouds, the vapor of angel’s breath Do strew peaks and valleys of landscape ethereal As snow with purity white as brilliant shawl, Which over face of earth does gracefully fall. All magnificience of creation in view Does only serve the memory to better recall, Pace divinely crowned in triumphant shape. Forehead splendorous. Beauty as marble preserves. Impossible escape. Stand thou still, oh, object august, Grandeur tantalizing but in glory intangible. Holy, as stands Queen of nocturnal reign Position sublime, untouchable to gain. Yet generous in light, glittering rain. Redeem me fiom night, oh, lady most blessed. Prom darkness which follows the sun Of beauty overwhelming. Grant me my sight, taken by the forehead of you, That as moth to flame, I may look anew. —John Elliott To Not simply because you have lifted me to some unknown height, but because you have taught me that beauty is within the soul Not because you have made me a better person but because you have created a new soul within me Because you have bathed my heart in the sweet wine of divine desire—desire to do for the sake of goodness your soul desires. . . . Because, in teaching me to live aesthetically, you have taught me how to die, with perhaps “a little fear of mingling with the dust,” but gracefully Because you have made me so inexpressably happy. . Mary F. Philbeck Lines Wiitten In March Why blows the wind so strong in March, After the season of chill and storm and snow, Before April pours the cup of nectar full And flowers drink till bees from sweet sickness fall? Is it to bend the trees to humble bow With obeisance to flowers small, yet more fair? Alike many things great, and tall, and strong That from heights stoop to the small though beautiful. The wind speaks, but who knows those sounds Of clarion prophesy, and if were known, who would hear? We know it well from its signs and ways, But what tell manifestations many, if purpose is unrevealed? John Elliott BOOK BRIEFS Mountain climbing has always had a peculiar fascination r man; it represents a challenge, a challenge, perhaps, to ' n unconscious resentment that nature in some ways in. For those who are unable to satisfy this ov,ot thing is to read about someone who did Sir John Hunt and Sir Edmund Hillary occupy a special place among mountain climbers. Their account of The Con quest of Everest is a cool and factual account of man’s first conquest of the world’s highest mountain. But while cool, it is also romantic and packed with the excitment that “will lift the hearts of men as long as there are mountains.” Another mountain climber, through the accident of war sought a refuge m the mysterious land of Tibet. Hans Harrer is an Austrian mountaineer. While he was exploring the Hima- layas, World War II broke out. The British interned him in India. He escaped with a friend and after much hardship en- tered Tibet, a country barred to foreigners. They were ac cepted, however, and remained seven years, leaving when is superior t Chinese Communists invaded Tibet. His experiences £ -ounted in one of the most fantastic true stories ever told, even Years In Tibet, a combined account of adventure with a n-que picture of life and manners in a fabulous country No mountain climber but an intrepid adventurer just the n Philip Wylie. His Generation of Vipers is still a source n,^~e who seek to fortify a criticism of modern so- )w contains Mr. Wylie’s vision of what might be '-----f and horrific blast s and shrieks and looting.” rrible contrast between war ' 3 accommodate itself to a book for I ciety. Tomorr society’s fate in an atomic , followed by flames and fire-stori It's a novel, and it depicts the h and peace as a society is forced t nightmare existence, ihp atomic war can only be imagined but the hoi 101 s of stalking huge crocodiles at night is a reality. nn« ® Dempster, po_sibly the only white man who ever hunted monster crocs successfully for a living. Crocodile Fever is a book filled with thrills, a story of an unusual personality, a man who couldn’t courting death. t the chance o NEW BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY Albert Schweitzer, The Philosophy of CivUi*ation Randall Stewart, Nathaniel Hawthorne; A Biography W. W. Barnes, The Southern Baptist Convention 1845-1953 Samuel Selden, An Introduction to Playwriting- I^eslie Paul, Tlu* Age of Terror Robert Spiller, et al.. Literary History of The United States Page 12
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