WILLIAM CREER HARRISON OLYMPIAN Three score and ten, and then- Naught else but bitterness and pain Not so his burden his life is a chain Of links so tempered, forged and forged again That, leading all like Abou Ben, He heads the list mong all his loving men. KO shambling gait, nor crouching fate Of chimney corner if it rains Fearless of death as each year wanes Content with all, his life is consecrate. Kothing to him comes earIy or too late- A man who does, philosopher sedate, Beersheba to Dan the span In Stadium or Forum, new or old, . None better wore the laurel ei the gold Nor in the race of life none faster ran Or wear he cestus, wield a ladys fan. Behold a scholar, athlete-and a Man . A. D. Dawn came out of the East, waking the city Yet, in the morning light, some slept And dreamed perchance of peace. Then Nature disturbed her stillness, hluttering, earthquaking all to lifc- Not all some woke not on that awful morn, Nor since, on earth. And some slept soon again, for aye. The...