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Unending

By VIVIAN E L L I S HOWARD, Beta Phi
A hushed and holy twilight stillness
Lay on the heart so nearly broke,
A gracious calmness seemed to soothe it,
But, secretly, within itself it spoke:

"Heart, this is more than you can bear!
Life cannot ask you to endure
These heartbreaks that no soul coidd dare!
There is a bound o'er which we cannot fare."

The evening hush was softly broken seemed to come:
As if by small birds winging home;
And words as quiet as dreams unspoken
From the shadows and blackness of pain

"Heart, Life asks so much of everyone—
Yet, Life is kind: for God still gives to some
An enduring and brave spirit—a courageous heart—
And—another thing to overcome!"

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A N N ANDERSON S A L E , Kappa

Oh—the winds are awake,
And a bluebird sings
And how can I be still?
My soul is off there a-laughing at me,
Tip-toe on the top of a hill.
He's a dear little e l f ,
This soid of mine,
He's the best I ever have had,
And he calls in a queer little, luring voice
For me to come on and be glad;
To follow the path of his tiny heels
As they've touched with the lightest of treads
The first peeping shoots of inqiusitive seeds
And bruised them to all shades of reds—
But how can I follow that calling sprite?
The spring is so young—/ won't go,
I'll crouch a while longer by old winter's hearth;
But that elf of a soul will not have it so,
For the zvinds are awake,
And a bluebird sings,

And I know I must up and follow myself—
But why is my soul so teasing in
1 must out and pursue that evasive spring?

young elf I Verse
—Randolph-Macon