"The leaf must die and the rose must fade and the perfect day must end . The sunset gleam sheds its radiant glory on our college days. Their music lingers in our ears and their harmony will sweeten our coming years; but they are done, the baok is closed, the recard writ . With tender hearts and moistened eyes we say farewell to thase sweetest, richest, happiest days - our college days ." THE END
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