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THE MAROON TIGER
“Welcome, Sweet Springtime”
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QUERIDA
No poet’s song can voice
The sentiments of my heart,
Yet his motif be my choice
Drenched with technique and art.
No artist’s model can replace
The visions of my Love,
Tho it be painted with grace
Like silvery skies above.
Song will soon fade away;
And models may fall apart
And leave sad memories of yesterday
In my wounded heart.
But while skies drape the day
In a mystical dream
You and I shall steal away
And drink of love’s perpetual stream.
W. RAOUL MONTGOMERY, ’30
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