The old Man clears his rheumy eye, The six months' Babe forgets to cry; No passers byall fondly gloat, So welcome is thy cheering note, Which time nor taste has ever changed; And after every clime we've ranged, Return to theeour childhood's joy, And, spite of age, still play the boy!

"The student who daily recognizes how much he yet lacks, and as the months pass forgets not what he has succeeded in learning, may undoubtedly be called a lover of learning.