. ... Debris. RES my weapon, but Im too discreetTo run amuck and tilt at all I meet. PI RDI II) E B R l s l;02 Tell me not in mournful numbersThat the student ought to pole- That the man will flunk who slumbersWhen the chapel bell doth toll. Not recitations, and not sorrows,mm Is our destined end or way;pBut to lie that each to-morrow Finds our cuts less than to-day. Life is long-, our course is fleeting,Knowledge is our end in view; Let us then, fair maidens meeting,Learn to know them, love them, too. In the college field of battle,In its turmoils and its strife, Be not like dumb, driven catt
. ... Debris. RES my weapon, but Im too discreetTo run amuck and tilt at all I meet. PI RDI II) E B R l s l;02 Tell me not in mournful numbersThat the student ought to pole- That the man will flunk who slumbersWhen the chapel bell doth toll. Not recitations, and not sorrows,mm Is our destined end or way;pBut to lie that each to-morrow Finds our cuts less than to-day. Life is long-, our course is fleeting,Knowledge is our end in view; Let us then, fair maidens meeting,Learn to know them, love them, too. In the college field of battle,In its turmoils and its strife, Be not like dumb, driven cattleBe an invalid, full of life. Think not of your distant troubles, Examinations are not here ;Professors threats are empty bubbles We can safely drink our beer. Lives of great men all remind us,We can have a good time now; Ten years hence you can find usWith a family and a cow. Let us then lie still and sleeping, Reckless of the chapel bell,Midnight watch with poker keeping, College stories let us tell. B. 241. Gazing upon tlie sunsets high-heaped gold. Its crags of opal and of deeps on deeps of glory that unfold,Still brightening abyssesAnd blazing precipices. Lowell
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