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The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, October 1913



When November's toil is over, and your heart is all aquiver
With the joy of hopes and labour overpast,
We will wander where your heart would, by the lakeside, by the river,
And forget the toil of term-time o'er the cast.
We have known the joy of effort, we have toiled long nights together,
We have quested north and south at Eastertide.
There's a whisper in your heart now: 'tis the call of bat and leather,
'Tis the lure of racing waters overside.

And although our ways fall different, though our trails shall lie asunder
In the dawn of summer days that are to be:
Though you wade where waters murmur, though you dream where rollers thunder—
Follow back along the trails of memory,
Follow back until you find us we'll be waiting there to meet you
By the halls and by the playing fields you knew.
Though you wander, don't forget us we'll be waiting there to greet you
In the light of laughing days that live anew.

—Piri Kerei.