You scan your time-table, and take a look back
O'er all of the different stations you've passed,
You'll own, as you trundle along to the last,
That nothing will strike you with such pleasant force,
As that time that you spent in the old college course!
You will find that it lighted your life, all the way,
And gave you material for effort, each day;
That you traveled much freer, for the luggage amassed
In the work-checkered days of your march through the past.