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Caption: Illio - 1896
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%\int (Roeee. Tan any recall a forgotten June, Or remember its early Hong? The dust of toil on our garments Tells the way has been weary ami long Since we saw in the golden morning light The sign of a perfect day, When the gates of the future were opening out To us, a glorious way. Of friendship, love and loyalty Was the message they breathed that day; And 1 think to the end of coming time They will whisper that thought alwav. Not all the years that lie between Whate'er their burdens be Have held a day, an hour, that seemed So full of destiny. And where may the homesick heart find rest? The wanderer's world is wide, And the hunger that seeks an early home Waits not on time or tide. Look up, but a moment, and listen For the old familiar strain, And the sweetest thought of that far-off time Is the one that will come amain. Touch hands with old friends, if but rarely; Keep alive both heart and brain, And the light of your twentieth summer Shall smile on you once again. Then here's to the dear Alma Mater, Her honor to have and to hold, And we wear on our hearts forever Her colors, the Blue and the Gold. MARGARET STKWART ROBBIXS. Of all the glad creation We were a sentient part; The wildest bird-songs only voiced The throbbing of the heart. For youth has its way of rejoicing As the dew drop has sparkle and shine, And so long as the eyes are lifted That joy may be all divine. The chapel bells rang loud and clear— Not even a vesper song Would sound so sweet in the gloaming As their call to that happy throng. O, white as the mist of the early dawn Were the roses that showered down Or red as crimson banners be, A blushing honor's crown. m
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