The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-14

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IF YOU LOVED ME.
Devoid of cloud to blur or mar,
Existence, like an amber day,
Within some radiant realm afar,
in dreamy wise would drift away,
Without alright, without affray,
And attared as with rosy dew,
And girt with garlands vernal-gay,
II you loved me as love you!
No song would seem to breathe bar
OF discord, but like boughs asway .
Beneath the swooning summer star,
Each one would be roundelay
Soothing and soft; the stream
would say
Low lyrics that would sweetly WOO,
And Danish Care, that goblin gray,
II you loved me as | love you!
Joy-joy would be our constant Lar;
Our hearth illuming with its ray;
We would not fear grim Sorrows
scar,
And no foreboding need to slay:
Sweet, you could lift this mortal
clay
To swift beatitude-ah, do!
Give ear unto the prayer | pray,
And love-love me as love you!
A Valentine Poem by Clinton Scol-
lard.
Cupid's Day.
If right prevailed in nomenclature,
the day of sentiment that is being
celebrated today would be known as
Cupid's Day. for the jolly little god
Of love has a lot more to do with it's
significance than the grave old saint
of legend and church history.
Not many of the young folks who
on this occasion will try by divers
means to life the veil of the future
and try to determine who their fu-
ture husbands and wives will be
know much of st. Valentine, but all
OF them are well supplied with infor-
nation on the subject of that tor
menting sprite Cupid, whose venom
ed darts lead the way to the altar.
Cupid has all the best of the con.
traversy, in fact, for he was never
anything but the god of love. His
history traced back to the remotest
antiquity proves it. In fact, he goes
so far back that none has been able
to definitely assign his parents.
According to the Greeks, Eros, god
of love, the Cupid of the modern
world, was one of the first of beings,
and leaped into existence without par
ents, this wise provision probably be-
ing arranged so that the first couple
in the world might not lack the at
tentions of the mischievous little
archer who is the forerunner of SEN
tihmental attachment.
But not all historians took this
view. Some said that he was the off
spring of Venus and Mars. Others
still more grandiose in their theories
named him as the child of heaven and
earth.
But at no point in the misty rec
ords of antiquity can a time be found
when Eros was not worshipped. Tab
lets handed down from Thespiae in |
Boeotia show the Thespians celebrat-
ing games in his honor on Mount He'll |
con. Always he was pictured as to-
day, rosy, plump-cheeked boy, wing
ed and armed with a bow and arrow,
with which to transfix the affections
of those who were loath to bow to
will.
How much more appropriate, then,
that the day of youthful sentiment
should have been named for him than
for st. Valentine.
An accident, the chance selection
VI udtt, Is SAID W De TeSpOnSlDIeI
for the solecism.
Longer ago then anybody has been
able to trace, some party of young
folks in England, Scotland or in some
part of the continent, particularly
Lorraine or Maine in France, a party
Of young folks, maids and bachelors.
t might have happened in any of the
places, for the custom can early be
raced to all of them, grew impatient
o know what fate had in store for
hem in the way of spouses.
So they assembled and inscribed
N billets the names of an equal num-
lnr of maids and hach nlnrr nf thnirl