The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1903-06-15

None ever knew whereto that pathway
Which we draw nigh. half glad and
half afraid.
Less wonder then that troubled and
dismay'd
We tell the wasted days that now are
dead.
Not all were wasted. for through merry
Our college thoroushfare we wandered
down.
Our hearts exulted in the fame OF
Brown
We sang her praises in our lively lays.
Gould times great wheel turn back we
idly phrase
The pensive thought that sometimes
haunts the mind.
Till heartless reason bids us be resigned
Since bygone days are ever bygone days.
Bygones are bygones. but shall we forget
Our little world because We leave Its
shore
And. save as pilgrims. may return no
more?
We owe IL far too notable a debt.
For teaching US the naked truth 10 set
Above false masked creeds in honor's
shrine;
For granting us a heritage divine
OF wealth which knows no worldly loss
or let.
Here chance acquaintance swelled 10
friendship true
And rolled along. an ever widening
stream
OF waters sweet. where friendship and
esteem
Were waited on 10 love for one or two.
The inward eye delighteth now 10 view
Kindly professors. who 20 us have
taught
The higher life. and college mates whom
naught
Could ever make less dear to me and you.
Thinking again. on times forspent. we see
classroom, with It's slumber and it's
din.
A laughing group. with pipes and
smoke wreaths thir
rainy night when tales pass merrily;
Or on a clear spring evening you and me
Down a still river floating at your ease.
With friendly stars above and friendly
breeze
That show us hidden secrets silently.
who could not wish fair-featured Time
would stay
His sudden fight. nor gaze with mourn
On those bright fields that far behind
us lie.
Touched with the waning splendor OF the
day?
Yet who would wish to come once more
the way
Now overpast; once more to pluck and
The way-side fruit, the bitter with the
sweet;
Descend strange glens and toll DER
mountains grey?
Not you and I. We hear the old days call
With all their thousand voices for
delay;
We see their blossoms fading fast away.
Their sunlight falling from the western
tut such fate, we know. must cen
befall
The days that come and exc the days
that go:
So says the melting OF last winters
snow.
o say the leaves that sicken in the fall.
Long years ago the ld-tlme dreamers
To smoke and sing where you and /
now sit.
They turned their rhymes and proved
their slender wit
Paved out their part in this eternal game
When we are gone twill all be much the
same:
For other dreamers wait their turn TO
blow
Their melancholy smoke-wreaths to
and fro
And sigh once more their grief in meters
lame.
oh. wherefore weep for woe Of what
must be7
There yet Is time TO quaff the cup OF Joy:
To live again in pleasure sans alloy
Those days and nights that brought TO
you and me
Ecstatic thrills undreamed of-days when
we
Tramped woods swan rivers. or in
student guise
Read tales beneath tree; nights many
wise
Spent. some DER books some in Bohe-
mian glee.
The sunlight glory deepens to It's end;
The sombre shadows spread and merge
in one.
Softly upon the air strange whispers
run
OF merry DAYS to be Then let us lend
Our voices TO low mellow songs, and spend
In !ishtsome mood the moments that
remain.
Before the grads" oblivion we gain.
And from our last high pedestal descend
Tho axercises in Sayles hall were