He wonders what they're doing home tonight, A nd tries to plug beneath the smoky light. Alas! How far his thoughts from vexing books! How sad his air, how woebegone his looks! No carpets, chairs; all dull and bare and cold. Is life worth living, after all? Tight roll'd In quilts, he dreams of going home some day. AhI homesick Freshman, your's the toilsome way.