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A COLLEGE PICTURE.

THE shades of evening gather o'er

The College and the Square;

They deepen into gloom within

A room - no matter where -

Wherein the firelight falls upon

The Proctor, sitting there.

And is his heart filled full of care?

Ah no, it cannot be;

For Proctor laughs right merrily,

And gazes wistfully,

As though bright-gleaming on the night!

A vision's light saw he.

It is a vision that he sees, -

A vision of the day;

From out the little room his soul

In fancy floats away;

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