Nymph, if once alone, The ball hath featly fled— Not smitten from the bone— That drive doth still atone; And one long shot laid dead Our grief to the winds hath blown!

So, still beside the tee, We meet in storm or calm, Lady, and worship thee; While the loud lark sings free, Piping his matin psalm Above the grey sad sea!

p. 62FRESHMAN’S TERM

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Return again, thou Freshman’s year, When bloom was on the rye, When breakfast came with bottled beer, When Pleasure walked the High; When Torpid Bumps were more by far To every opening mind Than Trade, or Shares, or Peace, or War, To senior humankind; When ribbons of outrageous hues Were worn with honest pride, When much was talked of boats and crews, When Proctors were defied: When Tick was in its early bloom, When Schools were far away, As vaguely distant as the tomb, Nor more regarded—they! p. 63When arm was freely linked with arm Beneath the College limes, When Sunday grinds possessed a charm Denied to College Rhymes: When ices were in much request Beside the April fire, When men were very strangely dressed By Standen or by Prior. Return, ye Freshman’s Terms! They do Return, and much the same, To boys, who, just like me and you, Play the absurd old game!

Return

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p. 64A TOAST

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Kate Kennedy is the Patron Saint of St. Leonard’s and St. Salvator. Her history is quite unknown.

The learned are all ‘in a swither,’  (They don’t very often agree,) They know not her ‘whence’ nor her ‘whither,’ The Maiden we drink to together, The College’s Kate Kennedie!

The

Did she shine in days early or later? Did she ever achieve a degree? Was she pretty or plain? Did she mate, or Live lonely? And who was the pater Of mystical Kate Kennedie?

p. 65The learned may scorn her and scout her, But 

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