A pathway more smooth than the old college course.
In spite of the foes that may lie in the way,
In spite of the clouds that may blot the best day,
In spite of the gibes ignoramuses throw forth,
In spite of the cares of the world, flesh, etc.,
There's nothing you'll find, tho' you live a long while,
That will show you so many sweet flowers to the mile,
Though running through some woeful weeds on the way,
As this same college course you are taking to-day.
When, nearing Death-station, on life's crooked track,