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Our minds are led, in the realm of dreams!
There rose a glimpse of the college days,
And reminiscence in sparkling streams,
E'en flooded the mind: and thus once more,
The following “doings” were acted o'er,
Which seem so small and frivolous now!
But looked so large and momentous then,
That fathers of students, with careworn brow,
Have thought it over and over again,
And hoped these children whose good they sought,
Would never in such affairs be—caught:
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