Mad, poor old boys! That’s what it means”—
And shake their heads; they little know
The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe—
How Bill forgets his hour of pride,
While Joe sits smiling at his side;
How Joe, in spite of time’s disguise,
Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes—
Those calm, stern eyes that melt and fill
As Joe looks fondly up at Bill.
Ah, pensive scholar! what is fame?