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SELECT POETRY. -o- I. Commencoment-day was over ; and on the moon-lit green The parting Seniors gathered for College life's last, scene ; To-morrow they must separate, and faca the world as men, ,None cared to say the last sad words-they might not meet again. ;Around a well-loved class-mate the saddened " COme, Jack," they-cry, " old fellow, give us a farewell song." Then rose a deep and thrilling bass, the tones were sweet and low, And after every stanza the crowd joined in ' Bing-go !' II. Last summer; at Bar Harbor. Jack paddled a canoe. The craft was small, yet not too small ; just large enough for two. The silence grew oppressive, yet not a word was said, Until to gaze upon the moon she raised her pensive head. She felt that it was risky--the pauses were Po long " I wish, Jack, that you'd sing for me that lovely college song !' So Jack, of course, stopped paddling-the boat was drifting slow And there beneath the moon-beams soft be sang again-" Bing-go i" II. 'Twas midnight in far Harlem. High in the seventh tlat, A manly form in toga white beside a cradle eat. Nay, speak not of insomnia I Alas he longed for sleep, But like a lost soul in despair is son and heir did weep. " Dear John," said she, " we should rejoice that baby's lungs are strong, Perhaps our little Jack would sleep if you would sing a song." Oh, then beneath the yellow moon arose a note of woe, And once again that patient mno sent forth a wail -" Bing-go !"