E live once more our collage days, Such days of grind and glory, 'While college-walls and classic halls-. Hesound wif.Ii song and story.The prose of lii'c soon meltg away,. The sunlight caste no shadow,As full of joy as a barefoot boy 'We walk in memory’s meadow.Those stolen walks and quiet talks —How sweet the recollection Of that gay time of mirth and rhyme Which holds our warm affection.What visions then of great renown.And dreaming of the morrow,Then mixed our grades with vineyard raids. Nor gave one thought to sorrow.We delved among the ancient tomes,We studied derivations,We learned to speak in Dutch and Greek,With help of good translations.What comradeship and friendships formed,.And some fond hearts united—4- social whirl, with som.e Sweet girl And. lovers' vows are plighted.The rosy face, the dainty grace,The eyes that glanced demurely, •Now hold some knight by legal right And bind a heart securely.—it. B. Wallace, 'BH