THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 17, 23 April 1892, Page 433

THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.

Angel in a robe of white, Standing there, With a kiss of yellow light On your hair, By the vermeil of your cheek. By your eyes that more than speak, By all graces shy and meek, You are fair.

You have learned to ‘ parlez vous,’ I suppose, And have learned some Latin, too, Verse and prose ; You have wept Francesca’s woe, Bead your Emerson, 1 know. And can tell us where the Po Flowed and Hows. You mayhap have deeper gone E'en than this. Though I would not wager on What you wis. Yet, perhaps, your hooks among, You have learned, although so young, How to write t.be English tongue— Learned miss ! Read us now the essay, dear, Erudite, We will listen, never fear, With delight. For we know ’twill be a treat, Wisdom’s choicest, richest meat— And you look so very sweet All in white ! Take your parchment with the rest. School is out ; Let no fear disturb your breast, And no doubt, Whether yon are dull or wise There is something in those eyes Sure all critics to surprise And to rout. Beauty no diploma needs, Earned or bought. Beauty of itself succeeds, As it ought. ’Tis the thing we all adore, That we strive for more and more — You are music, art, and lore, Heaven wrought.