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Andante, do'ce.

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PARTING SONG.

AIR-" Evening Bells."

BY EDWARD M. WRIGHT '65.

1 Four revolutions of the sun

We've numbered slowly, one by one,
In which we've climbed those hights sublime,
Where dwelt the Bards of long past time,
And sung those songs, and learned that lore,
Which we shall sing and know no more.

2 Oft cheered by Fancy's gorgeous ray,
We've panted for this closing day;
But not as every throbbing heart
Feels that the hour has come to part,
Oppressed with thoughts we ne'er can tell,
We sadly murmur our farewell.

3 And when again the shadows fall,
Enveloping each gray old hall,
Then others 'neath these Elms will meet,
These walks be pressed by other feet,
And all that we can claim at last,
Will be the echoes of the past.

4 And now we leave this resting place, With loins girt up for life's long race; And, Brothers, when that race is o'er, Then may we meet to part no more, But safe within that Better Land, Continue an unbroken band.

PARTING SONG.

BY S. W. DUFFIELD, '63.
AIR-" Evening Bells."

1 The sadness of each vanished year
Falls on us as we linger here,

And thoughts of moments past arise
To pain our hearts and dim our eyes,
For these broad Elms no more shall see
Our long united '63.

2 To some the East shall open wide
The treasure of her wealth and pride,-
To some the West with lavish hand
Shall grant the fairest of her land,
And so shall part, by land and sea,
Our long united '63.

8 To some the sound of war shall come,
The shrill-toned fife, the rolling drum,
And far from those they love the best
Shall be, perchance, their latest rest;
And so shall part, where'er they be,
Our long united '63,

4 But yet the moments still delay, These moments of our final day, And so we lay aside again

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All thoughts of care which cause us pain,
Until the parting comes, and we
Shall leave old Yale with '63.

BIENNIAL-JUBILEE SONG.

BY W. E. BLISS, '67.
AIR-"Evening Bells"

1 Alumni Hall! Alumni Hall !
Ere we had passed Biennial,

Thy dreaded walls we shunned through fear, Nor would we near thy doors appear,

But now examination's o'er

Our cares and fears exist no more.

2 Our cramming past, our labor done, Our goal and crown of victory won, With naught to mar this happy hour, And freed from every tutor's power, Here have we come, with joy and glee, To celebrate our Jubilee.

3 Biennial's past: Biennial's past, And Junior year has come at last, Its days will quickly pass along, 'Mid joy and mirth, 'mid cheer and song. Then let its first glad welcome be This, our Biennial Jubilee.

JOHN BROWN.

John Brown had a little injun,
John Brown had a little injun,
John Brown had a little injun,
One little injun boy.
One little, two little, three little injun,
Four little, five little, six little injun,
Seven little, eight little, nine little injun,
Ten little injun boys.

Ten little, nine little, eight little injun,
Seven little, six little, five little injun,
Four little, three little, two little injun,
One little injun boy.