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THE shades of evening gather o'er
The College and the Square;
They deepen into gloom within
A room - no matter where -
Wherein the firelight falls upon
The Proctor, sitting there.
And is his heart filled full of care?
Ah no, it cannot be;
For Proctor laughs right merrily,
And gazes wistfully,
As though bright-gleaming on the night!
A vision's light saw he.
It is a vision that he sees, -
A vision of the day;
From out the little room his soul
In fancy floats away;
He walks old Massachusetts Hall
As he walked yesterday.
Again the rows of students bend
O'er blue books as before;
Again a snowy paper falls
And flutters to the floor;
Again he charges down upon
The hapless Sophomore.
Alas! that paper's snow is soiled
By drops of inky fate;
Cribs have held Oranges ere now,
This "crib" holds many a date;
Ah! Sophomore, a summons waits
To bid thee rusticate.
And so there in the firelight dim
The Proctor laughs in glee,
He caught two fellows more to-day;
To-morrow he 'll catch three;
In truth the semiannuals
Are rich for such as he.
Don't like the picture I have shown?
You think its tints too bright?
It is because you look at it
In too severe a light.
O Proctor! may some better brush
One day paint thee aright!
ION.
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