But were still "boys" and "girls" to each other.

O, the joy of endeavor, endurance and toil

On thro' summer-time vigor and sweetness,

Of triumph o'er that which would hinder or foil,

Of the patience of hope after tears and turmoil,

In the glory of autumn's completeness.

And the toil and the turmoil and tears have been ours—

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From our ranks we have missed a loved brother

We've encountered the thorns, but we've cherished the flowers;

We've passed under the clouds on to sunnier hours,

And we're still "boys" and "girls" to each other.

 A SMILE

The gliding of a fairy form

And rosy lips that knew no guile,

With wonder parted, came to ask,

"Papa, what is a smile?"

A smile, whate'er it is, then stole

That gentle parent's features o'er;

For ne'er to him had been proposed

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