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Catalog Number 1948.208.007
Object Name Poem
Scope & Content Poem, handwritten in pencil, regarding the Prismatic Club on two loose pages of a ledger book. The poem is illustrated with drawing of a triangular prism at the top of the first page, and two images of a group of 14 men, 11 of them in matching triangular hats seated around a table with drinks, then nine men in similar hats standing and holding hands in a circle. In the latter image, one man is labeled as Lillibridge, and another Boynton. The poem reads as follows:

1
Come one, come all, ye sacred nine
Assist this halting muse of mine
I faine would sing in rhythmic lays
the humor of Prismatic ways

2
But since tis true what Horace writ
Poeta nacitur not fit
I can't expect the muses aid
For I'm no poet born, nor made

3
T'were vain to mount the winged Pegasus
(or) And strive to scale the famed Parnassus
Prismatic ways let others sing
Who can poetic powers bring

4
But may I not the aid invoke
Of all the gods of fun and wit
To inspire the quip, the speech, or joke
Of all who round this table sit?

5
The same old Horace also said
Dulce est desipere---------------------in loco
And sure with this we all agree
To play the fool is not forbade

6
Our table's spread with gastronomics
With rich and various liquid tonics
With Walker Club and foaming beer
Whose fragrant fumes promote good cheer

7
Come then, ye gods, loose every tongue
Of these Prismatics old and young
Let each say something good or bad
Be it old and stale or modern fad

8
Let each one be a prism true
Refracting rays of various hue
Then we shall see a brilliant light
A rainbow of prismatic light

9
So let us all enjoy this feast
Discarding carking cares at least
We'll spend the hour till we get up
To pass around the loving cup
Date c. 1900
Extent of Description 2 pages
13" x 8"
Collection General History
Search Terms Prismatic Club
Poetry
Fraternal Organizations