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A SENIOR'S LAMENT.

Of suspended chivalry.

Empty coal-bin, empty pockets,

Empty siphons in a row;

O'er my life a dun cloud gathers, -

I can't see the New York show!

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O, the German in Lyceum!

O, the German I've to learn;

Hedged my chances in this quarter,

Vain a Freshman's gas I burn.

Why this spirit meek and lowly,

Why, my soul, so much cast down?

Soon will end these warm Mass meetings;

Think upon the score with Brown.

Ancient College, Alma Mater,

Man would loaf to a degree;

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