A Rondeau of College Rhymes

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A Rondeau of College Rhymes

Our college rhymes⁠—how light they seem,

Like little ghosts of love’s young dream

That led our boyish hearts away

From lectures and from books, to stray

By flowery mead and flowing stream!

There’s nothing here, in form or theme,

Of thought sublime or art supreme:

We would not have the critic weigh

Our college rhymes.

Yet if, perchance, a slender beam

Of feeling’s glow or fancy’s gleam

Still lingers in the lines we lay

At Alma Mater’s feet to-day,

The touch of Nature may redeem

Our college rhymes.