Our college rhymes,—how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love`s young dream That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to stray By flowery mead and flowing stream! There`s nothing here, in form or theme, Of thought sublime or art supreme: We would not have the critic weigh Our college rhymes. Yet if, perchance, a slender beam Of feeling`s glow or fancy`s gleam Still lingers in the lines we lay At Alma Mater`s feet today, The touch of Nature may redeem Our college rhymes.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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