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Rh Who share the converse of a college hall,

She sometimes trifled in a lighter strain,

'Tis past, and thus she will not sin again;

Soon must her early song for ever cease,

And, all may rail, when I shall rest in peace.

Here, first remember'd be the joyous band,

Who hail'd me chief, obedient to command;

Who join'd with me, in every boyish sport,

Their first adviser, and their last resort;

Nor shrunk beneath the upstart pedant's frown,

Or all the sable glories of his gown;

Who, thus, transplanted from his father's school,

Unfit to govern, ignorant of rule—

Succeeded him, whom all unite to praise,

The dear preceptor of my early days,

, the pride of science, and the boast—

To Ida now, alas! for ever lost!