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 * Before our wheels there lies unrolled

A land of meadows and streams—too soon
 * We will lose it: Come, would you live blindfold?

Come for a bicycling afternoon!

O Tutors, the blinding sun awoke us
 * From our pipes, our papers, our bookish swoon—

And, lest our learning should rise and choke us
 * We went for a bicycling afternoon!