For parting passions time compressed.
Are crudely felt and all expressed.
And chilly as the good Dean's breast
Is Boston's winter at its best.
The cold stone steps outside the houses
Have not the atmosphere which rouses.
The feeling 'waked by well filled blesses.
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If we can't make the clock stand still.
We'll go to Wheaten Damn we will!! Richard W. Burke '49. Bernard A. Edison '49. Hartly Fleischmann '49. Andrew Marvell ocC