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THE GRADUATE LEAVING COLLEGE.
What summons do I hear,
The morning peal, departure's knell.
My eyes let fall a friendly tear,
And bid this place farewell.
The morning peal, departure's knell.
My eyes let fall a friendly tear,
And bid this place farewell.
Attending servants come,
The carriage wheels like thunder roar.
To bear the pensive seniors home,
Here to be seen no more.
The carriage wheels like thunder roar.
To bear the pensive seniors home,
Here to be seen no more.
Pass one more transient night,
The morning sweeps the College clean;
The graduate takes his last long flight,
No more in College seen.
The morning sweeps the College clean;
The graduate takes his last long flight,
No more in College seen.
The bee, which courts the flower,
Must with some pain itself employ,
And then fly, at the day's last hour,
Home to its hive with joy.
Must with some pain itself employ,
And then fly, at the day's last hour,
Home to its hive with joy.
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