It was a fitting state of mind for that
August assembly, strained, tired, and sad.
The happy hearts turned to their homeward way,
To long remember this eventful day.
The moon still shone far over hills and plains;
You still could hear the fainter jingling bells
Of the glad sleighs, and snow songs of the wains;
And chatter of the squads in tell-tale dells.
And from the north, sung by James Gallaher’s band,
The old school song waked all the snowy land.