Page 83 - YB1899

£Iass Ode. Tune, "West Virginia Hills." Oh, the happy childhood days, Free from any thought of care, \Vhen we, in our childish fancy, Built our castles in the air; Oft we longed to lifl the veil And the future all unfold, As our day-dreams and our fancies Built their palaces of gold. CHORUS-Oh, the years! fleeting years! How the happy, fleeting years go by! If they bring us joy or pain, Music sweet, or sad refrain, We shall still remember thee, dear Ninety-nine. Swift the fleeting years go by And our visions fade away, As we catch the deeper meaning Life reveals from day to day; Sweeter joys our hearts have known, For each willing service done- Life and love in fuller measure When a victory is won. From the circle in the home, Hallowed by its joys and tears, Love and duty bid us enter Into wider, sterner spheres; And each eager heart responds 'With a mighty joyous thrill As we stand upon the threshold Of the mission we must fill. Here, dear classmates, we must part, And must bid you now adieu; Whether joy or sadness follows We shall still remember you. Goel be with us as we part, Each one in his sphere to shine, True to dear olel Alma Mater And to clearer Ninety-nine. 75