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3.

Ode to a Cane

One night - I think twas Hallowe'en -
As Satan went a-walking,
He heard a noise which did, I ween,
Sound much like students' talking;
And, being rather curious, he
At once must know the reason,
So down he went to Huron C--.
Arrriving just in season.

There, closely grouped in one small room,
Were students of all ages;
Some like the blushing rose in bloom,
One like its "fading stages*."
Some stood around while others sat
On bed or trunk or chair,
But everyone indulged in chat,
Forgetful of his care.

*The reference is to W. Powell who seemed to be ill.