Reflections of Havergal: 1994-2019

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Confession Ludemus , 1901 By A.H.

YE maiden of ye olden time Was most demure and quaint; When e’er she spied a tiny mouse Ye maid would straightway faint. She loved to sit before ye fire All decked in silken clothes, Ye maiden of ye olden time Was fragile as ye rose. Ye blast of winter she would shun, Good-sooth, she missed a heap of fun. Ye maiden of ye modern time Fears not rude winter’s kiss. She loves ye well-contested game. To put a goal is bliss; Ye hockey stick is in her hand. Ye skates are on her feet, Her college colours weareth she And tarn and jersey neat. So if ye truth must be confessed I like ye modern maiden best.

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