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THE UNIVERSITY COURIER.
VACATION'S COMIN'.
[Written for the COURIER by F. W. B.]
The grass is gettin' greener an' the spring is gettin' near;
The violets is comin'—though as yet they're mighty dear;
All Nature is a smilin' an' the song bird's melody
From the newly sproutin' branches makes the world more bright to me.
When winter shuts its hand upon the vitals of the year An' sort o' stops the freedom 'at the sunshine gives us here, We sort o' let some feelin' 'gainst it creep aroun' our hearts But we somehow don't feel happy as we thought, when it departs.
Ye remember all the sleighin' an' the skatin' at ye'll miss; How ye shivered as ye lingered at the front gate fer a kiss With the moon a smilin' at ye,—for all Nature bends to love An' the stars winked at each other in the ecstacy above.
How warm the cozy fire in the parlor used to be When the wind-borne snow was flyin' so folks out could hardly see, An' on calmer nights ye took her to the Senior fete An' spent the homeward journey-fixin' up to-morrer's date.
But those days'll soon be ended for vacation's near at hand. An' the students'll be scattered for the summer through the land, An' some among our schoolmates maybe'll travel far from here To a place they won't return from in the autumn of the year.
When we're all a congregatin' in the chapel once again. An' some soft words may be spoken an' some tears may trickle then Betwixt the shouts o' laughter as we meet some last year's friend An' wish with all our fervor college days would never end.
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