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EHEU! EHEU!

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

And left the reminiscences of years

/Without the rites of Class Day and of "spread."

And though I hope, with philosophic calm,

To take whatever Clotho spins to-day,

I cannot see without a rising qualm

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Her elder woof so rudely torn away.

And then my notes, - my notes on Roman law!

And those unrivalled ones on Fine Arts 2!

Are fallen in some guilty gamin's paw,

Who don't love beauty and who can't construe.

Pale icicles are frozen round my grate,

And sheeted ice upon my chamber wall, -

With tears I view thy melancholy state,

Thou that I loved and lost, my Hollis Hall;

TO THE EDITORS OF THE CRIMSON:-

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