The muse has a smile on her lip.
Melpomene, too, it is known,
Claims something from rhymthical store,
Which, if she were muscle and bone,
I wouldn't exactly ignore.
It's a fact very much to deplore
She hasn't a dress that can rip-
She's cut from quarry's cold core-
The muse has a smile on her lip.
ENVOY.Collegiate poets, I pour
This draught for your genius to sip;
Away with the Nine, and adore
The muse with a smile on her lip.
[Read at the Inter-Collegiate Press Convention, New York, Dec. 27, 1882.]