Literary and Educational Supplement, No. i. 

 {Edited by the Stude?its and Facu'ty of the San Diego College of Letters.) 



Ports* Corner. 



LIFE. 



Creation's morn beheld a new world 

 swung 



Out into space. The mighty deed was 

 done; 



But stagnant lay the rivers in the sun, 



And leafless stood the trees, like etch- 

 ings hung 



Against a pulseless sky. No life was 

 there, 



In man's stark, rigid limbs, or anywhere. 



Then bent Jehovah's awful face, and 

 through 



His parted lips the throbbing life- 

 stream ran : 



Filling all space with vapors faintly blue; 



Pulsating nature's heart and heart of 

 man. 



Then rivers leapt their course along, and 

 birds 



Thrilled all creation's morn with sweet- 

 est words, 



And man sucked in eternity. God's 

 breath, 



Soul of himself, can never suffer death. 



Rose Hartwick Thor-be. 



A POEM POSTPONED. 





I want to tell you about my kitten — 

 The prettiest kitten that ever purred; 

 But I've looked my speller through and 

 through, 

 And I can't discover a single word 

 That rhymes with kitten, 



Excepting mitten, — 

 And that is old and too absurd, 

 So the only thing for me to do 

 Is just to send you what I've written, 

 And wait till she grows to be a cat, — 

 There are ever so many to rhyme with 



that! 

 ■ — Helen C. Walden, in St. Nicholas. 



DAWNINGS. 



A cotton-tail went for recreation, 



To take a walk in the early morn — 

 At a hobby-horse gait, with a variation — 

 And to breakfast on the peas that grew 

 with the corn, 

 That stood in regular order 

 In the patch on the campus border. 



The mocking bird's medley, that all 

 night long, 

 Like the moonlight's flood had wasted 

 been, 

 Was succeeded by the lark's first matin 

 song; 

 While chanticleer's harsh, ungracious 

 din, 

 Woke sleeper from park to beach, 

 With his ceaseless,impudent screech. 



And a road-runner came bobbing along 

 With his erratic, unmanageable, see- 

 saw tail, 

 As the sun looked up over the peaks 

 that throng 

 The back country north of San Miguel, 

 And the world's vacation of night, 

 Became the opening session of light. 



Eulalie Powers Woods. 



Soyez comme l'oiseau 

 Sur un arbre perche, 

 Qui sent trembler la branche 

 Mais qui chant encore. 

 Sachantqu'il a des ailes! 



— Victor Hugo. 



