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86 And roams romantic o'er her airy fields.

Scenes of my youth, develop'd, crowd to view,

To which I long have bade a last adieu!

Seats of delight, inspiring youthful themes;

Friends lost to me, for aye, except in dreams;

Some, who in marble prematurely sleep,

Whose forms I now remember, but to weep;

Some, who yet urge the same scholastic course

Of early science, future fame the source;

Who, still contending in the studious race,

In quick rotation, fill the senior place!

These, with a thousand visions, now unite,

To dazzle, though they please, my aching sight.

! blest spot, where Science holds her reign,

How joyous, once, I join'd thy youthful train!

Bright, in idea, gleams thy lofty spire,

Again, I mingle with thy playful quire;

Our tricks of mischief, every childish game,

Unchang'd by time or distance, seem the same;