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V"/.; 
 
 > r'^'-^lXV 
 
 iet \\our, life's curtaiq lifts 
 In backward folds. J\\e sceqery shrifts, 
 Ar|d iq a dream so real, in love we gaze 
 Upoq the canvas of our early days. 
 
 Some gentle spirit with a loviqg l^aqd 
 qvites us to that happy laqd. 
 From rock to rock we swiftly glide aloqg, 
 Willie to tl^e ear comes the aqgelic soqg 
 
 Of well kqown voices. Tl-ie merry cl^iimes 
 Once more riqg out, as iq the oldeq times, 
 Aqd wreathe enchaqting spells. All to fast 
 Those goldeq days rush, fleeting, past. 
 
 Tl^e precious gems of thought are laid aside, 
 Returns the preseqt, with tl]e ebbing tide. 
 O comie again ye hallowed scenes of yore, 
 Sweet angel, fill our yearqing hiearts oqce rriore. 
 

irMM. 
 
 ^Of^^ stream aqd wood, ^ow fair arid sweet 
 
 Your pictured scenes on rriemory's wall 
 That trooping come where fancies meet 
 'Mid fairy Dowers by Esriharri's hall. 
 
 New Iphigenias walk these shades, 
 
 Aqd plight iq faitlq their vows above ; 
 
 For l|igh resolves have Earlham's rqa^ds, 
 As hers who woq great Thoas' love. 
 
 No narrow seagirt Scytlqiaq strand, 
 
 Caq meet aqd bound their womaqh^ood 
 
 With hearts that beat for every land, 
 1 hey seek a universal 
 
 Theq pretty strearq, flow oq, flow oq, 
 Wf^ile happy nqaidens come and go, 
 
 And fill, dear God, each goldeq dream 
 Witlq just enough of joy and woe. 
 
 And clap your hands, ye stately tre 
 And softly let your shadows fall 
 
 And gladly welcome all of these 
 Who fiqd a hiome in Earlhiam's 
 
 hall. 
 
 Mattie Curl Dennis 
 
any years have goqe by. sweetly silent and still, 
 Is the wheel that so qobly of old turned the nnill. 
 Mow l^er nqoss covered sides have a softeqing glow, 
 And her shadows make love with th^e waters below. 
 
 The Old Mill. 
 
 
 
 Hovers round her such romance, her stories uqtoid. 
 Of the love in the life, of the days l^ere of old, 
 Aqd thie breeze geqtiy faqniqg her tin]e hoqored beanos, 
 Wh^ispers tales for reflectioq, and food for sweet dreams. 
 
 We caq see tf^e old wheel spinning nqerrily rouqd, 
 Aqd the water dasli off, and we love its sweet sound. 
 But above all the hum, as tlqe stream ruqs aloqg. 
 Comes the voice of one happy, the young nqiller's soqg. 
 
 He is thinking of home, of his own o'er the way, 
 And his tf^oughts grow the brighter as fadetfi the day ; 
 There the dear oqes await l^im, witiq outstretchied arms, 
 And f\e spendethi the qight rqidst a h^orqe's blessed charms, 
 
 
Sunny Thoughts. 
 
 Over all the rrieadows 
 
 Comes sweet song, 
 
 Straiqs frorr\ every tree-top 
 Float aloqg, 
 
 Every runqiqg brooklet 
 Has a voice, 
 
 As it onward journeys 
 Bids rejoice. 
 
 Every crool<ed feqce-rail 
 
 Has a love. 
 Every sprig or twig says 
 
 God's above. 
 
 Every beauteous flower 
 
 Has a crown, 
 Every blade of grass wears 
 
 Freedom's gowq. 
 
 Every moss grown boulder 
 Has a tongue, 
 
 All the world's an antl-[em 
 Sweetly sung. 
 
Cantus Amittus, 
 
 The chords thiat rriake t.\-\e harp o' life 
 
 The soul's imperial lyre, 
 Tl^rill, throb, and burst, at memory's call, 
 
 In soqgs of hieaveqly fire. 
 
 'Tis like sorqe long forgotteq air. 
 Loved in tl-^e shadowy past, 
 
 Conqes floatiqg back in goldeq qotes 
 Of beauty, fouqd at last. 
 
 Thiey follow as the waves roll in. 
 
 One thiough^t o'erlaps anothier ; 
 Aqd some are of tl^e world below, 
 
 And son\e of l^eaven and mother. 
 
 They con]e as gentle messengers 
 To sooth^e us day by day, 
 
 Aqd scatter as we plod along, 
 Fresh roses by the way. 
 
 Wl]en years hiave flowq and locks grown white, 
 
 Thie Angels of God's love. 
 On harps of gold repeat t\\e strain. 
 
 And call us up above. ' 
 
 10 
 
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The Old Chair. 
 
 Sigh low, ye gentle breezes, 
 
 rain clouds, shed your tears. 
 
 We fron^ our friends are parted, 
 Our hopes of forty years. 
 
 The chairs we sat and laughed iq, 
 At morq, and noor|, arid'qight, 
 
 Those low backed ch^airs we loved so, 
 Have vanished from our sighit. 
 
 The old familiar land n^arks 
 Of Earlhanq's diqiqg l^all, 
 
 Have left those happy regions. 
 Obeyed aqother call. 
 
 Thiey've fought the fight most qobly. 
 
 Have dor^e tl^eir duty well, 
 And borne their daily burdeqs 
 
 As only we car^ tell, 
 
 But time must have his victims 
 However dear they be. 
 
 And now adieu we bid l\\erri, 
 And sigh regretfully, 
 
 Sing low, ye bards aqd minstrels, 
 Aqd let your notes be fair : 
 
 Chant psalnqs for the departed, 
 And laud the dear old chair. 
 
13 
 
By and By, 
 
 We are like the thistle down, 
 
 Blown about, 
 
 In aqd out, 
 
 Thro' the air, 
 
 Everywhere, 
 To thiat hamlet or this towq. 
 
 We are trav'lers ofteq hurled, 
 
 By a word. 
 
 Scarcely l^eard. 
 
 Over dales, 
 
 Thro' the vales, 
 Of the unknown woqder-world. 
 
 But o'er all — a guiding spirit. 
 With a wand, 
 Firn^ iq hand. 
 Turns th[e storm. 
 From our fornq. 
 
 So thiat we may never fear it 
 
 By and by, wheq we are grown, 
 
 Light at Heart, 
 
 We will start. 
 
 With a bride. 
 
 By our side, 
 For a l^ome aqd settle down. 
 
College Friendships, 
 
 College friendships, college frieqdsl^ips, 
 With their jolly rriirth aqd fun, 
 
 With their secrets and their fervor, 
 How our youthful spirits run. 
 
 How the mellow ring of laughter, 
 Seenis to brighteq every face, 
 
 Every mortal fills a portal 
 
 In our l^earts' most secret place. 
 
 Life's so lovely in its vision, 
 
 Boyish hiearts leap mountain highi, 
 
 Urged to coqquer and to victory. 
 Building castles to the sky. 
 
 Fast these happy days are flying. 
 Like the flight of birds iq fall, 
 
 Will they not like these returning. 
 Come agaiq at qature's call. 
 
 Sitting, dreaming, by the fires'de, 
 Iq tl^e favorite rockiqg chair. 
 
 Years have waqdered — tirrie has slowly 
 Crowqed our l^eads with silvered hair. 
 
 Comes a knockiqg at the eqtraqce. 
 
 We have heard that knock before, 
 Aqd as fast as age pern\its us. 
 
 We uqlatch the oakeq door. 
 
 Face to face we stand in greetiqg, 
 With a College friend of yore, 
 
 And we gather by the fireside, 
 And renew our youth once n^ore, 
 
The Wild Crab apple Tree. 
 
 When in spring tine flowers are waking 
 Frorr\ their winter's sleep and rest, 
 
 And the birds are lovers rriaking, 
 Eacli their cosy little nest. 
 
 Wl-^en the brook begins to murmur, 
 Gayly jurriping o'er thie stoqes, 
 
 And her soqg conges richi aqd firmer, 
 Breaking in a thousand tones. 
 
 Theq beside this joyful songster. 
 
 On the gently falling slope, 
 Comes with many a bud amongst her, 
 
 One sweet star of blushiirig hope. 
 
 It would seem that Vequs playing. 
 Sought this tree amiid tl^e glades, 
 
 With her maideqs out a Maying, 
 
 Sat and rested neath its shades, 
 
 Picked a handful of its flowers 
 
 Frorri the garlands hanging down, 
 
 Blessed its soul perfuming powers, 
 Weaved of tl^emi a rosy crown. 
 
 Waqd'ring there, we gather of it 
 All the blossoms that we caq. 
 
 For to see it — is to love it. 
 
 Fit for goddess — given to man, 
 
19 
 
The Inner Life, 
 
 Within tP\is little life of ours, 
 
 We chase resemblance to the blushiiqg rose, 
 Thougli gay the outer thoughts we wear, 
 
 Beqeath this garb, a deeper river flows. 
 
 And as we journey througli our youth, 
 
 Oft floats before our eyes our God's design, 
 That we sh^ould be th^e lords of life, 
 '• And wisely ruliqg — gain a crowq diviqe. 
 
 In-in^ortal tongues of ages past, 
 
 Poiqt with tlT^eir lives, the ladder of th^eir fame, 
 Aqd fired by their recorded deeds. 
 
 We long to add immortal to our nanqe. 
 
 So on life's seas we launch our bark. 
 
 And gallant sail the foamiqg, seething mounds, 
 
 With hielm in l^and aqd Light above. 
 
 We strive to reach th^e port — and pass a rqcrtal's bouqds. 
 
 We'd have inqniortal h^onors hiere, 
 
 Before we leave the world's unceasiqg strife, 
 
 Aqd gain a h^eaven after death, 
 
 These are the thiouglits tl^at fill our iqner life. 
 
Those Sheepskins, 
 
 Is it not a lamentable thing, tliat the slcin of 
 an innocent Iamb should be made parchment? — 
 Sh a kespea re. 
 
 O ye cruel, cruel seniors, 
 Just to tl-iiqk of all the slaiq, 
 Of thie untold pitiless pain, 
 Ye have caused. 
 
 Look ye o'er the peaceful pastures 
 Where tf^e harmless lambs do ruq, 
 Up and dowq, iq jolly fuq, 
 Full of glee. 
 
 Little thiqk they, thiqg so reckless, 
 As a seqior class survives, 
 
 Waitiqg, watchiqg, toiliqg, striving. 
 For tl^eir sunny little lives. 
 
 Little dream they — iq tlqe future 
 They v^/ill grace a tyrant's wall, 
 
 Or be preseqt at Conqnqeqcement 
 In the College chapel hall. 
 
 Gambol oq, ye playful creatures, 
 Loqg ago the price of sin. 
 
 Soon a host of hungry seniors. 
 Crave a portioq of your skin. 
 
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 23 
 
Id Uncle Jo3 has gone away, 
 
 And sought the unkqowri shore; 
 
 His little sl^op whereiq he wrougl^t, 
 Will kqow him nevermore. 
 
 Twas here we heard the hian^mer stril<e 
 
 Upoq the upturned shoe; 
 Aqd 'twas the spot we made of old, 
 
 A general rendezvous, 
 
 Twas here so oft wf^en food was scarce, 
 We fouqd those steaming pies, 
 
 Aqd listened to Old Uqcle's yarqs, 
 That lacked for qaugl^t in size. 
 
 Tl-ie time-worq fiddle — still aqd mute, 
 
 That oqce so ofteq sung, 
 Now mourqs the friend that held h^er dear. 
 
 And loved to wake \\er toqgue. 
 
 Sleep oq, old friend, aqd nqay your rest 
 
 Be sucf^ as angels know — 
 Perchaqce we'll meet you over tfiere, 
 
 Our dear old Uncle Joe. 
 
 24 
 
Dixie. 
 
 Dixie lassie carrie one day, 
 To Earll^am's gentle board; 
 
 She shyly glaqced arouqd the room, 
 The Festive spread explored. 
 
 Sl^e slowly looked the table o'er. 
 
 And scanned the plates aqd glasses; 
 Wheq o'er her face a smile broke forth, 
 
 She asked for "Dixie 'lasses," 
 
 'Twas nqaqy days — or years ago — 
 
 Wheq hiere tf^at maideq came; 
 But ever since, thro' thick and thin, 
 
 Our Dixie Isolds her qame, 
 
 'Tis ever preseqt at the meal, 
 Aqd tfirows her lustre wide; 
 
 We've growq in tinqe to feel for \\er 
 A sort o'natioqal pride. 
 
 Loqg may sl^e live as sweet as e'er. 
 
 Her sparkle be as gold, 
 Aqd may she never beg a place, 
 
 But prosper as of old. 
 
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 27 
 
Dejection. 
 
 J 4 / I . 
 
 — In the Earlham Grove, 1876.— 
 I'm lying on the greeq hillside; 
 
 Tl^e bright youqg leaves above me; 
 The flowers, blue aqd purple-eyed, 
 
 Bend round as though they loved me. 
 
 But all the world is dreary still; 
 
 The future glooms and lowers, 
 Aqd tl^at bright sunligl^t on the hill 
 
 Is but a thirig of hours. 
 
 hear tf^e waters laugh below, 
 Aqd see therc\ Piurryiqg, ever, 
 As o er the bright smootl^ stones they go 
 To n^eet the engulfing river, 
 
 But life is flurrying faster, still, 
 And darker, still, the eqding; 
 
 Its mirth and laughter souqd but shrill, 
 With wails and sobs so bleqdiqg. 
 
 Ay, what are flowers but specks of light 
 
 Like those thiat childreq play with? 
 Tfiey blow at dawn, they fade at night, 
 
 Ar^d pass away the day with. 
 
 And what is life but e'en a breath; 
 
 Aqd greatqess but a vapor? 
 A^ moment ours, aqd thien by Daatf^ 
 
 Blown out as is a taper. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
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 29 
 
The Old School House. 
 
 Old TiiTie oft lays a geqtler P\aqd 
 
 On those we love the best; 
 And crowqs with love aqd tenderqess, 
 
 Old age with peace aqd rest. 
 
 O'er yonder stands the old school house, 
 Thie first that Wayne has kqowq; 
 
 Her logs have seen the century fade, 
 Her ct^ildreqs' cl-iildreq growq. 
 
 We see thie switch upon the wall, 
 Wlqicl^ frequeqt usage shows; 
 
 In front t^e care-worn teacher sits, 
 Greeq goggles o'er his nose. 
 
 Iq faqcy we can travel back. 
 And dream ourselves once n^ore 
 
 Within her walls aqd sitting prim, 
 As Grandpa did of yore. 
 
 We hear the hunq of a, b, c, 
 That sleepy, singsong noise; 
 
 Or spelling words like so so, 
 Tqose busy girls and boys. 
 
 We faqcy tl^is goes on, perchance. 
 
 For nigh an hour or more; 
 When to tl^eir ears ti^ere comes a sound- 
 
 A pedagogic sqore. 
 
 The hum declines— aqd one by one. 
 
 As still as still can be; 
 Tl^ey steal on tip-toe through the door. 
 
 And scamper off with glee, 
 30 
 
Falling Leaves. 
 
 Geritly fallir|g, 
 
 Past recallirig, 
 Leaves of autumq fill the air. 
 To tf;e ground they flutter, trerribling, 
 Tl^ey the course of life resembling, 
 
 Days soon n^easured, 
 
 They are treasured 
 In the lap of Nature's care. 
 
 n the rnorning, 
 Tfiey adorniqg, 
 
 Beauteous sentinels of earth. 
 
 From the mother bud, they clingirig, 
 
 Start their little lives with siqging, 
 As our childl^ood, 
 Sweetest wildwood, 
 
 Liqgers near to God at birth. 
 
 Eac^i a story, 
 Wrapped iq glory. 
 Gaily wanders thro' the world. 
 Daily drinkiqg froni its fountains, 
 Lightly tripping o'er its rriountains. 
 Till It travels 
 Arid unravels — 
 Sees the path of life uqfurled. 
 
 Now they're olden, 
 Turqed to golden, 
 To tl^eir source they sweetly call: 
 "0 dear mother— quickly take us, 
 From irqpending darkness make us 
 Free from^danger," 
 From her manger. 
 Mother answers and tl]ey fall. 
 
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33 
 
The invitation, 
 
 Sonie geqtle spirit 'mid tlie woods 
 
 Invites us to lier fairy bower, 
 
 Mayliap Oqdine liqgers thiere, 
 
 Aqd sings a Inappy song of love. 
 
 Wl^at e'er it be — or sprite or qymph, 
 
 The straiq connes sweetly oq. 
 
 We list to catch thi' illusive air, 
 
 For Nature has the syren's art 
 
 To lure her eager hiearers forth. 
 
 And as we take tf\e forward step, 
 
 Back she witf^draws and faiqter strikes 
 
 The cl^ords upon h^er joyous l"iarp, 
 
 Theq hides belqiqd sonqe knarled tree 
 
 And loves to see tf\e influence 
 
 Her tender wood-notes have oq us. 
 
 If we but love her and her ways, 
 
 Slqe runs to us with open arms — 
 
 If we are wearied and careworn, 
 
 She opes the beauties of her heart, 
 
 Aqd soothes us with her maiden charms. 
 
35 
 
The Nutting Party, 
 
 way to th^e woods for the quts are full ripe, 
 ^/jy^^ Aqd Indiaq Summer is here; 
 
 The rqellowing tints of the leaves on the trees, 
 >A Betoken that winter is near. 
 
 ;(Away to the woods — over liill and dowq dale, 
 ^Sft^fe* iX^"^^" ^® merrily hasteq along; 
 
 ' ^~ f->- ^^'''^Our hiearts are as light as tfie foam of the sea, 
 ''^/iii/,-: Our souls bubble over in song. 
 
 The old forest monarchs look down with a smile, 
 
 Aqd gladly partake in our sport; 
 Tfiey say tfiere's a time to be nierry and gay, 
 
 A time to n^ake love and to court. 
 That Time's cycle steadily speedeth aloqg. 
 
 Comes Age witl^ its cares without cures 
 So joy while ye caq, ye creatures of youth. 
 
 The romance of life is still yours. 
 
 Tl^ere's naughit caq express the quick tl^robs of our h^earts 
 
 At the thoughit of our sy van repast; 
 Tis treasured as one of the fond memories 
 
 To think of as long as we last. 
 
 * * * 
 
 O day full of pleasures 'mid Nature's sweet fields. 
 
 Your value can qever be told; 
 The qearest expression that measures your wortfi. 
 
 Is pictures of silver — withi apples of gold. 
 
 We driqk in the sunshine — we breatl^e the sweet air. 
 
 Like perfume from Araby's sfiore. 
 We're childreq iq Spriqg — for each picture recalls 
 
 The scenes of our childf^ood once more; 
 Tl^e i-qoss covered tree-truqk — th^e crooked rail fence, 
 
 O'er wfiich we all clamber witlq glee; 
 The paw-paw, the walnut, tf\e beech and the oak, 
 
 Tf\e slqell-bark and butterqut tree. 
 
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v>^^Vij^'"»^-^ _ 
 
 37 
 
Spring's First Beauties. 
 
 Buried in the wood's recesses, 
 In the darkness, out of sight; 
 
 Queen Titania meets her fairies, 
 And in council spends the night. 
 
 Iq th^e morning, in tl^e springtime, 
 Ere the sun l^as yet arisen; 
 
 Out each waqders thro' ti^e woodland, 
 To release the flowers from prison, 
 
 Geqlly pulls the winter cloak off, 
 
 And repeats a magic prayer; 
 In the nqorqing, pearled witfi dew drops, 
 
 Breathes a smiling flower there. 
 
 Wand'riqg, happy by the h^illside. 
 There its radiaqt face I see; 
 
 Aqd I say in tender accer\ts; 
 Come, Sweet Beauty, unto me. 
 
 For I know a geqtier pillow, 
 Where your pearly tiqts may rest; 
 
 And tb[e bed for such pure blosson^s, 
 Is upoq a maiden's breast. 
 
 Laughing softly, it coriseqted. 
 
 So 1 took it from tl-ie kqoll, 
 And I gave it to a nriaideq 
 
 As aq emblerq of her soul. 
 
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 39 
 
In the Boys' Grove Ere 
 Public Comes, 
 
 How ofteq 'qeath \\er laughing trees 
 We've strolled for pleasure's sake, 
 
 Or imaged great Derriosthienes 
 Aqd nqade h^er ecl^oes wake. 
 
 Tl^e little squirrel on th^e grouqd 
 
 Uprights i^is doughty form, 
 And barbs his ears to catch the souqd 
 
 Of this syllabic storm. 
 
 Tf\e ranging swiqe in scattered baqds 
 Conqe all uqheeding by 
 
 Uqtil tlqey see the surging h\ands 
 Aqd hear th^e speaker cry. 
 
 Theq with a startled gutteral grunt 
 
 Aqd twitching of the tail, 
 Tqey scamper thro' thie woods to hunt 
 
 Aqd shuq the p'ercing gale. 
 
 But higher does the soarer soar 
 Above the heavenly mists; 
 
 He foqdiy hopes to lead the corps 
 Soon in the public's lis's. 
 
liA ^/ ^«^_±- 
 
 
 
 ^V-'2-t!u,-_ =L 
 
 
AN Incident at Earlham. 
 
 NCE more I've sougl^t the jaunts of boyhood's days, 
 Wl^ose rriemory fourscore years l-^as left undimmed. 
 Once rriore I wisl^ to trace thie crystal spring 
 Whiose waters gayly trickled down t^^e hill 
 Beside the old |-ionqestead. 
 
 With brighter^ed eyes the old rrian started forth— 
 A boy again — to huqt the golden spring 
 'Rouqd which such hallowed n^emories were twined 
 Of boyhood's glee— tl^e echoes of a mother's song. 
 
 The old-time frieqd still wandered down the hiH, 
 
 A mirror to the pilgrim as it seemed, 
 
 Iq which f\e saw portrayed the volurqe of h^is life. 
 
 Slow kneeling down, he draqk one long, delicious draughit; 
 
 it was the greeting of two lovers met again. 
 
 O where the wiqe of Cyprus half so sweet 
 As that distilled at boyhood's fouqt. 
 It is an enierald wreath for wlqiteqed locks, 
 The dial of a thousand happy thoug|-|ls. 
 
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nioon comes up; 
 qight draws on; 
 
 The world is still, 
 farmer's house 
 
 s on tl^e hill; 
 
 The lights go out. 
 
 l\\e owl 's awake; 
 Perched up above 
 
 He looks beqeath. 
 His comic eyes 
 Bespeak surprise; 
 
 There's something up! 
 
 From out t|-^e shades, 
 With cautious step, 
 
 Dark figures steal. 
 They 're in the patch — 
 Tl^e melons feel; 
 
 This oqe goes "piuqk. 
 
 With trerribling haqds 
 They cut its stern 
 
 And start away. 
 "Hush, boys! What 's that? 
 The qight bird hoots; 
 
 Away they run. 
 
Earlham Sports. 
 
 Let all the world take notice, 
 Old Earll|am Isolds her owq 
 
 Iq games aqd pure atj-iletics, 
 And sports of goodly toqe. 
 
 Her tennis courts are maqy, 
 
 And level as a plane; 
 With boys and girls as subjects, 
 
 Here love aqd racket reign. 
 
 In baseball she is precious 
 And boasts a diannoqd fair, 
 
 The bats are often brokeq, 
 Tqe ball vacuunqs the air. 
 
 In foot-ball she is glorious, 
 And knows t\\e standard rules; 
 
 Tl^o' oft the boys are maqgled, 
 Her ardor never cools. 
 
 But best of all hier treasures 
 Iq these the sportive liqes, 
 
 The "Gyn^," withi all its fixiq's, 
 All otqer gems outshiqe. 
 
 Here flying thro' the ether, 
 Iq every forn\ aqd shape, 
 
 Th^e theory proves of Darwin, 
 Thiat nqaq evolved from ape. 
 
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NNING arouqd ever spinning arouqd — 
 
 The wheel of our life — withi a jubilant sound 
 
 Goes busily, rrierrily oq: 
 Drawing the thread from the tangle o' life, 
 Spurqing disorder, and chaos, and strife. 
 Aqd weaving a tale frorc\ the days that have goqe. 
 
 Ours is the duty to patiently staqd 
 
 Aqd guide from the distaff, the thread in our hand, 
 Aqd keep it unbroken and strong; 
 
 Carefully shunqiqg tl-^e kqots iq tl^e line, 
 
 Keeping it fit for a future, diviqe. 
 And makiqg tf\e tale as the spiqqinq wheel's soqg. 
 
'^Mmt^ 
 
 
The Old Bus. 
 
 The Old Earll^am Bus; O what fond recollections 
 
 Burst forth at the sight of her time-honored sides! 
 
 For ourselves and our uncles — aqd all our coqriections, 
 Caq boast of the joys of h^er rollicking rides. 
 
 We remerr\ber it well — for it l^asn't been loqg 
 
 Siqce the railway electric l^as broken its sway — 
 
 When the dear old prearr\bu lance, bulky aqd strong, 
 Was a sight nqost familiar for n^any a day. 
 
 'Twas the first friend we met when we carr\e to the town, 
 And we opened its doors with tl^e grasp of a bear; 
 
 'Twas the last one we schen^ed with wheq publics h^ad flown, 
 And its solid old comforts we'll always declare. 
 
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Good-Bye, 
 
 How easy the tear drops 
 
 Do flow from the urq, 
 Wheq we leave dear old Earlh^am 
 
 No rnore to return ! 
 
 We lovingly linger, 
 
 Ere h^on^eward we start; 
 
 And we seal all t^er bulwarks 
 On memory's chiart. 
 
 Then grasping our scl^oolmates 
 Once more by the h^and, 
 
 We depart from) her pleasures 
 And spread o'er the land. 
 
 Good-bye, dear old Earlhan^, 
 Good-bye — and God bless 
 
 All the halls and tl^e teachers 
 That work thy success. 
 
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