Aloha - Hoover Library

}f Psalm of £oll¢g¢ tiftWhat the Heart of the Student Said to the Professor.(WITH HUMBT_,; A.POLOG[ES 1.'0 LONGf.'ELLOW,)'I'ell me not in mirthful numbers,Life is but a campus scene!For the boy is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they mean.LIfe is work! Life is earnest!But the" grade" is not its goal;Flunk thou do, to flunk returnest,Was not spoken of the son 1.Not perfection, and not power,Is our destined end or way;Bnt to act, that ev'ry hourFinds 11S farther on the way.Profs. are sharp, and Time is fleeting;O'er our tricks, though stout and brave,Perhaps we will soon be singingFuneral dirges at their grave.In the college field of battle,In the bivouac of Fun,Let not profs. drive you like cattle!Be a hero! do not run!Trust not in profs., howe'er pleasant!Let the dead Past be our guide!Act, act in the li ving Present!Never on a "pony" ride.Lives of great profs. all remind us'Ve can make our lives much worse,And, departing, carry with usNo tender regrets to nurse;/Regrets, that perhaps another,Sailing o'er the college main,A jolly and happy brotherFeeling, shall lay down again.Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Fun for which we had to wait.156