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THE OLD ALUMNUS.
AN ACROSTIC.
Through the hall in silence walking!
He has trod this hall before,
Early in his days of yore.
He has trod this hall before,
Early in his days of yore.
Union chimes the campus tower,
Now the clock begins to chime;
In the hall there comes a rushing,
Very like the olden time.
Earnestly the youth is surging,
Rushing, for his place in life;
Silently he stands there watching;
In his heart this long past strife
Tells a story, strange and solemn
Years are passing; ceased the chiming.
Now the clock begins to chime;
In the hall there comes a rushing,
Very like the olden time.
Earnestly the youth is surging,
Rushing, for his place in life;
Silently he stands there watching;
In his heart this long past strife
Tells a story, strange and solemn
Years are passing; ceased the chiming.
Oh, how gladly, Oh, how sadly,
Fall these footsteps in the hall.
Fall these footsteps in the hall.
Many years come back, are passing,
In the minds of those who go
Calmly down these aisles of learning,
Having thoughts of years ago.
In the minds of those who go
Calmly down these aisles of learning,
Having thoughts of years ago.
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In the campus shade and sunshine,
Gather all to talk life o'er,
As the chimes, chime sadly, gladly,
Naming joys in days of yore.
Gather all to talk life o'er,
As the chimes, chime sadly, gladly,
Naming joys in days of yore.
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