It is here that we come together
To get knowledge and grow wise,
But oft we find hard lessons bring
Tired brain and aching eyes.

There is sheep and wolf our favorite game
In which we can all engage,
But soon the bell cries time is up
Then back to the tiresome page.

There's the maple grove and its green shade
Which seems so cool and sweet,
To our heated brows and aching limbs
And weary restless feet.

And as winter comes how the shout rings out
So clear on the frosty air,
It would seem from the happy joyous shout
That the heart was free from care.

But over north in the old grave yard
Where many of our kindred lie,
And many more may there find rest
For oh! how time doth fly.

Yes my school mates dear we soon must part
At the thought how the eye doth fill,
For many happy days have we seen
In the schoolhouse on the hill.

Dear old house the friend of my childhood
How I love thee none can tall,
But the passing years they whisper to all
That e're long we must say farewell.

But school mates dear there's a comforting thought
It is this we may meet above,
In a beautiful mansion in our Father's house
If we follow our Savior in love.

No more to be scattered far and wide
As we will be here below,
But forever walk there side by side
And the joys of Heaven to know.

--MRS. M.J. KESSLER
(Author)