When, with a strengthened soul and chastened brain,
The Senior who has labored not in vain
Looks back upon the four eventful years
To see if any fruitfulness appears,
When he stands, somewhat shadowed by remorse,
In the bright Indian Summer of the course,
And muses, had each opportunity
Been seized, how smooth his present path might be;
When, having blundered through each college hall,
Bumping his head 'gainst Inexperience' wall,