SEPTEMBER. 1 -O 



SONG. 



Let us troll a merry song, 

 But w hat subject shall it be ? 

 One that wiles away the winter 

 Till the spring again is free. 

 It will fright the cold away 

 To its cavern out of sight, 

 Till the golden blush of May 

 Wakes the Angler to delight. 



In the student's halls, elate, 



Do we sing our winter's lay, 



And in pleasant tales relate 



Happy moments fled away ; 



Hoping on to greet the day 



When the gates of Heaven look bright, 



And the infant blushing May 



Wakes the Angler to delight. 



