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TO DRAGMA OF ALPHA OMICRON PI 35

IN A SEASIDE GARDEN

THE ROSE

I go into the wind to pluck a rose,
That great white rose, wide-blown. It must not die
Ravished by tempest, all its tender snows
Torn rudely from its heart. Nay, it shall lie
In languorous safety, here upon my breast,
By every beating of my heart caressed.
Oh, let us save a gentle thing from storm
Whene'er we can;
Too pitifully oft they suffer harm,—
I f flower or man !

THROUGH T H E MIST

A sjlver mist by the trade-wind blown
Comes hurrying in from the west;
A small bird flieth alone, alone,
And cleaveth the grey mist's breast,

So buoyant and brave,
Facing wind and the wave
And all that the strange mists hide!
When a day calleth me
To the Hidden Sea,
On as gallant a wing let we ride!

STELLA GEORGE STERN PERRY.

San Francisco, 1913.