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Official Publication of the Students of Morehouse College and Spelman Seminarg SONNET TO MOTHER By E. S. Hope, ’23. Dear little feet that romp and cake with dirt, Two tiny arms that twine thy neck in glee, Wee, chubby hands that clinch in fear thy skirt, A tender mouth that whispers love to thee Those feet have trod a deck upon the brine, The hands no longer cling, but they support, The arm has circled other forms than thine, The nfouth has op’ed in else than love and sport. Although at times he meets love with silence, Perhaps abandons thee for work or strife, Not be, but thou hast reached the goals of science. From the infinitesimal a life Hast thou sent to the infinite, and now Always in unpaid debt to thee I bow.