So with no foreign or oblivious heart

Dartmouth, I seek once more thy granite seat; Nor only of thy hills I feel me part, But each encounter of the village street, The ball-players on the campus, and their shouting, The runners lithe and fleet, The noisy groups of idlers, and the songs, The laughter and the flouting Spectacled comic unrelated beings With book in hand, Who 'mid all stir of life, all whirl of rhythms,

All strivings, lovings, kissings, dreamings, seeings, Still live apart in some strange land Of aorists and ohms and logarithms All these are mine; I greet them with a shout. Whether they will or no, they greet me too. Grave teachers and the students' jocund rout, Class-room and tennis court, alike they knew My step once, and they cannot shut me out.

Richard Hovey, class of 1895; excerpted from the poem "Comrades." Hovey is the author of all the other verse appearing in these pages.