Marching up the hill of science, We renew each day our strength, And we climb with cheery defiance, Till we pass all rocks at length.—Cho. And 'tis well, in climbing mountains, When the table-lands are won, There to rest by murmuring fountains, Ere we travel our journey on.—Cho. First our toil and then our pleasure, That's the scholar's golden rule; Hours of work, then seasons of leisure, Make the happiest time at school.—Cho.

Come, Classmates. (Air, "Benny Havens O," or "Wearing the Green." Pat's Pick, page 24.) 4 Sharps.

Come, classmates, let our hearts be glad, Loud let our voices ring, In an anthem let our joys be clad, As a greeting gay we sing. A few more years of school-day life, And then we all must part, To mingle in the busy strife, That crowds the wide world's mart, That crowds the wide world's mart, That crowds the wide world's mart, To mingle in the busy strife, That crowds the wide world's mart