THE VIATORIAN. FR:C
VOL. XVI.
ET
SPE.RR:.
OCTOBER, 1898.
NO. 1
THE MISSING. After the months of vacation Back to our studies, we come; Not with the buoyant elation That followed our gay voyage home. Sad are the faces around us; But their mourning is soon cleared away; Gone is the darkness that bound us, The sun was but hid for a day. Where are the old, well known faces? Wher~ are the friends of last year? How queer to see their old places Without our companions, so dear! Scattered are those that were with us, Blown away as the leaves of the trees, 路 Some for the last time have seen us ; They are lost in life's billowy seas. But such is the oftentold story; True friends that we make are but few. 路And ere we grow age'd and hoary We say more than one sad, "adieu." Parting is ever a sorrow; But its tears are the tears of a day. Its sadness lasts but till to-morrow, New friends clear our mourning away.
-Procter W . Hansl,
' 99.