Andrew Francis Lockhart

“ At the haunts an' scenes that glorified the dreams o' yester
⁠years.
An' through the gatherin' mists my truant, fancies once more
⁠trace
The loveliness an' virtue of a sweet girl's hauntin' face,
An' across the span o' whit'nin' years between the Then an' Now
I press a tender kiss upon my sweetheart's yieldin' brow,
An' once again we wander in the twilight's purplin' haze,
An' I dream the old dreams over as we did in other days. ”

“ An' the old familiar campus I knew just a while ago
Calls me back to shady spots where friendly trees are bendin'
⁠low,
An' all the same old fellows pass along the same old ways
I used to love to follow in those other radiant days ”