THE MESSENGER. Entered at the Post-Office at Richmond College, Va., as second-class matter.
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WELCOME STRANGER. L. 1 '17.
un et and mi t bank, And a cloud of golden light; A cooling breeze, the fallen leaves, A murmur 'mid the naked trees, And day is done-'tis night . A sable robe and formless world, Unbounded eas of dark, The nap of frost, and panes embossed, Another summer now is lost; Dead silence now, but-hark! A turning gate, a rusty hinge, A step upon the stair; A gentle tap, a louder rap, Increasing wind, a shutter's flap, Some stranger lingers there! Sunrise and mist bank, And the crystal air is till; Friends die away, guests come to stay, May they be friends for many a day I New Year remain-until-
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