If from such foolish pranks, we have garnered the truth
That blood frisks and glows, when 'tis seasoned with youth,
That young nerves with life and with mischief must thrill,
And youth may be gay, and have principle still,
If we that experience give a kind use,
And form for the faults of the young, an excuse,
And not at each bubble of sport stand aghast—
Our fun bore some fruit as we marched through the past.
But memory is wide; and remains the abode
Of the girls and the boys that we left on the road!