The Caldron . lllllllllllllllllllllllllll THIS IS PAGE SIXTY-ONE. Seniors to the School JESSE PETERS(Class Poet.) For four long years, weve walked with theeThrough sadness and through snow and sunshine, sleet and showersWeve been with thee in waking in a sentimental mood,We cant express our gratitudeFor this liberal educationWith which we are to help the , dear old school, our paths diverge,We hear our school days funeral \vas yesterday we heard thy bell;—Tomorrow we shall hear thy and dim thy call doth growThe world calls now; and we must g

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The Caldron . lllllllllllllllllllllllllll THIS IS PAGE SIXTY-ONE. Seniors to the School JESSE PETERS(Class Poet.) For four long years, weve walked with theeThrough sadness and through snow and sunshine, sleet and showersWeve been with thee in waking in a sentimental mood,We cant express our gratitudeFor this liberal educationWith which we are to help the , dear old school, our paths diverge,We hear our school days funeral \vas yesterday we heard thy bell;—Tomorrow we shall hear thy and dim thy call doth growThe world calls now; and we must are loath to leave thy peaceful life,To meet the world-old toil and strifeWhich first greets man, when lifes begunAnd stays with him til the races us, dear school, to be strong and braveWhen tossed upon lifes troubled waves,When naught remains but fear and dreadLet us think of thee and be old school, our hearts do break,ThouYt swept aside, and in thy AvakeThe world doth stare us in the faceIn which we try to win a , dear

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