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the empty library.
Ye vacant shelves, alas! with joy
Can I survey thy ranks no more!—
Oh! would that I might fairly claim
The varied burden that ye bore.
Can I survey thy ranks no more!—
Oh! would that I might fairly claim
The varied burden that ye bore.
Scholar—Dame Fortune's wheel hath thrown
In wild and wanton chance to ye
In wisdom's golden path the gates,—
Oh! give thy cherish'd "Tomes" to me!
In wild and wanton chance to ye
In wisdom's golden path the gates,—
Oh! give thy cherish'd "Tomes" to me!
