The future life we marched to meet,
The past, with memories rich and tender.
A sombre fragrance filled the air—
A mournful joy ne'er duplicated;
Both night and morning lingered there,
That changeful day we graduated!
And when "Good-bye" came, grimly sure,
And handed us our hands at parting,
We saw on what a lonely tour
Of out-door effort we were starting;