CLASS SONG OF '91
We are sighing, for time is flying,We are going from those so dear;Friends are severed, though 'round us gathered,With a cheer to greet us here.Hope is beck'ning, our fate we're reck'ning,Life seems bright, all earth is light.;Stars are gleaming, beacons of meaning,Lights of truth to human sight.
CHORUS.
Then, fare you well, fare you well,Life for us has just begun;Don't regret, ne'er forgetThis dear class of ninety one. Hours of pleasure, our mem'ries treasure,Life's best moments for these we sigh;Thoughts of gladness will scatter sadness,When we're dreaming of days gone by.We are sighing, for time is flying,Soon we part from friends so dear;Guiding teachers, God's favor'd creatures,Ah! good-bye to all friends here.
(Sung to the air of "What Care I," by Alice Hawthorne.")