Michiganensian. [1899]

Gave us his earth in better fantasy,
A sort of trysting place of Mays and flowers
Wherein to meet our loves and then pass on
Through wide, fair ways to deathward, glad, a song
Upon our lips; for after all old Earth's
A quite commodious hostel and I quarrel
Not with the fates for stranding me therein.
I'm sorry for the fellow, so here's a toast
To monkdom, hearty, lads, before I go
To seek a lodgment till the scare be past;
I'm off for the old faubourg, but meanwhile, pstNo man hath seen me, friends, and all ye know
I'm in Lorraine if anyone should ask.
MY the welkin blue above us,
| By the dead souls who have loved us,
Let us strive to be
Higher than the world around us,
Broader than the realms that bound us,
Great as mortal men may be.

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