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But he had remembered--it was Commencerave young gentlemen sat in semi-circular rows

before a central altar, while above them roseto the final word He could see it all

very clearly: the lines of freshly shaven, boyish faces, the dainty gowns,

the flowers and bright eyes above, and the light that filtered in through

stained glass to fall softly over them all, with, here and there, a vivid

splash of color, Gothic shaped He could see the throngs of white-clad

loungers under the elms without, under-classmen, bored by the Latin

addresses and escaped to the sward and breeze of the ca about ar;

he heard the mandolins on the little balconies play an old refrain and

the university cheering afterward; saw the old professor he had cared for

over his silken hood,

following the band in the sparse ranks of his class And he saw his own

Commencement Day--and the station at the junction where he stood the

across the valley at the old towers for the last

ti upon the platfor for the south-bound train as he and

others waited for the north-bound--and they all sang "Should auld

acquaintance be forgot;" and, while they looked across at each other,