The Bride of Fort Edward: Founded on an Incident of the Revolution

1st Student. These were the evenings last year, when the bell From the old college tower, would find us still Under the shady elms, with sauntering step And book in hand, or on the dark grass stretched, Or lounging on the fence, with skyward gaze Amid the sunset warble. Ah! that world, - That world we lived in then-where is it now? Like earth to the departed dead, methinks