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I offer (you withhold them) thanks
For these, and other common things:
And not in vain on Cam's green banks
We lived at Trinity and King's,
And loved to try our sprouting wings.
For these, and other common things:
And not in vain on Cam's green banks
We lived at Trinity and King's,
And loved to try our sprouting wings.
A many-windowed house is life,
And out of every window we,
In intervals of daily strife,
Look forth upon infinity:
And that's the good of you and me.
And out of every window we,
In intervals of daily strife,
Look forth upon infinity:
And that's the good of you and me.
The joys of metaphysic trance,
The midnight bliss of keen debate,
The insight of a mystic's glance,
Which charm the undergraduate,
Are matched in our maturer state.
The midnight bliss of keen debate,
The insight of a mystic's glance,
Which charm the undergraduate,
Are matched in our maturer state.
The deeds and passions of our prime,
Our studies of acknowledged truth,
Our business—though it's not sublime,—
Are just as excellent in sooth,
As all the fervour lost with youth.
Our studies of acknowledged truth,
Our business—though it's not sublime,—
Are just as excellent in sooth,
As all the fervour lost with youth.
The ruddy warmth of arduous toil,
The spasm of triumphant strife,
A friend to serve, a foe to foil,
A cause with noble purpose rife,
The love of her that gave thee life:
The spasm of triumphant strife,
A friend to serve, a foe to foil,
A cause with noble purpose rife,
The love of her that gave thee life:
The smile that shines through misty tears,
The soft "delight of low replies,"
The soft "delight of low replies,"
