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SONG.
CLASS MEETING, AUGUST 25, 1813.
Tune, Sandy and Jenny.
Come, classmates and friends, as ye mingle once more,
Renew all the feelings so oft felt before;
Return from your wanderings on life's weary main,
And join the glad circle of friendship again.
Renew all the feelings so oft felt before;
Return from your wanderings on life's weary main,
And join the glad circle of friendship again.
The world we have seen is cold, wayward, and strange;
It asks all our time, and gives little exchange:
Then gladly we cast all its troubles away,
And welcome the meeting of friendship to-day.
It asks all our time, and gives little exchange:
Then gladly we cast all its troubles away,
And welcome the meeting of friendship to-day.
Smooth down the rough wrinkles of care on your brow;
From your eye dash the tear-drop of bitterness now;
Every cloud from the spirits be banished away,
And joy gild the moment of meeting to-day.
From your eye dash the tear-drop of bitterness now;
Every cloud from the spirits be banished away,
And joy gild the moment of meeting to-day.
Has your lot, since we parted, been sad and distressed?
Has your eye lost its lustre, your bosom its rest?
You here shall rekindle its happiest ray,
And pillow your bosom on friendship to-day.
Has your eye lost its lustre, your bosom its rest?
You here shall rekindle its happiest ray,
And pillow your bosom on friendship to-day.
But if Fortune has clothed in her brightness your head,
And sunshine and flowers decked the path that you tread,
Then bring your bright garlands, your treasures display,
To gladden the meeting of friendship to-day.
And sunshine and flowers decked the path that you tread,
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To gladden the meeting of friendship to-day.
How oft have we crowded this table around,
And pledged the high cup in festivity crowned!
To-day the same board shall its treasures display,
The same cup of feeling be mingled to-day.
And pledged the high cup in festivity crowned!
To-day the same board shall its treasures display,
The same cup of feeling be mingled to-day.
And the taste of the wine, from this goblet of love,
Shall cling to our lips, and shall never remove;
Our cheeks the warm glow shall forever retain,
And bring back the thought of this meeting again.
Shall cling to our lips, and shall never remove;
Our cheeks the warm glow shall forever retain,
And bring back the thought of this meeting again.
Then pledge Alma-Mater—our joy, and our pride!
We have drunk at her bosom, we've walked at her side:
Our warmest affections we ever will pay,
And live to her honor:—we pledge it to-day.
We have drunk at her bosom, we've walked at her side:
Our warmest affections we ever will pay,
And live to her honor:—we pledge it to-day.
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