EPILOGUE.
And now, so many Evenings past,
Our Budget’s fairly out at last;
Exhausted all its various store,
Nor like to be replenished more.
Then, youthful friends, farewell! my heart
Shall speak a blessing as we part.
May Wisdom’s seeds in every mind
Fit soil and careful culture find;
Each generous plant with vigour shoot.
And kindly ripen into fruit!
Hope of the world, the rising race
May Heaven with fostering love embrace,
And turning to a whiter page,
Commence with them a better age!
An age of light and joy, which we,
Alas! in promise only see.
J. A.
THE END