The Lotus . Tn oilo: ^hor\ 51ri 15 5vA 3nit\aVs. Sophomore Poem Hnrc \vf are, the SopholiKircs, All ready for the fray,WUh blacking brushes near at hand Ti, lake the Iresh away. The Kreshnieu all locjk up to us,And us they try to follow, But if they ever should catch up,Well take cm by the collar. This docs u.)l scare us very nuii-h. For they can never doThe things that we accomplish, Try all their lifetime through. At night when of a sjucad we hear,We tpiickly gather there, But all is quiet as a mouseAs we ascend the stair. The feasters, though, are scattered,At the duty-teachers tread; Some

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The Lotus . Tn oilo: ^hor\ 51ri 15 5vA 3nit\aVs. Sophomore Poem Hnrc \vf are, the SopholiKircs, All ready for the fray,WUh blacking brushes near at hand Ti, lake the Iresh away. The Kreshnieu all locjk up to us,And us they try to follow, But if they ever should catch up,Well take cm by the collar. This docs u.)l scare us very nuii-h. For they can never doThe things that we accomplish, Try all their lifetime through. At night when of a sjucad we hear,We tpiickly gather there, But all is quiet as a mouseAs we ascend the stair. The feasters, though, are scattered,At the duty-teachers tread; Some into corners and closets rush,Or roll beneath the bed. It is like this in everything,We always have the floor; So anything you wish to know. Monr

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