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MY QUEST.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

Suggested exceeding fear.

And many did groan and moan and sigh,

For Semi-Annuals were nigh.

Tutors mourned that the days had not

Some hundreds of hours more;

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Obtaining three dollars for each, their lot

Would be brighter than ever before.

But time and tide heed no advice,

And the tutor can only advance his price.

I turn in despair to leave the scene,

Disheartened, weary, and sad;

When a tall young Proctor, of stately mien,

Passes with smile so glad

That I cry straightway, "I have found my man,"

And follow as fast as my small legs can.

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