THE VIATORIAN. F.A:C
VOL. XIV.
ET
SPERA:.
NOVEMBER, 1896.
NO.2
Ff\~ÂŁWÂŁLL. To Mr. J. B. Surprenant:
AREWELL! as the scent of the roses Still clings to the old shattered jar, The memory of thee so reposes Within us, though now thou'rt so far. The news of thy going brought sadness, Yea, tears to full many an eye, We thought on the joy and the gladness Spent together in days gone by. This year we intended enjoying, 'Mid pleasures the muses reveal, But now there's a cloud that's alloying, Thou'rt gone and thy absence we feel. Yet this is repeating life's story, A smile so soon fades in a tear, And young friends as well as the hoary Must part with the ones they hold dear. But comrade, though now we are parted, Forget not the ones dwelling here, St. Viateur's boys are true-hearted, And thou'll be remembered in prayer. Farewell! and may heaven's bright gleaming Surround thee in now thy new home, And make e'en thy cloudiest dreaming A vision of love from God's thron.e. -J.H.N.