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THE STUDENT.
And, 'mid his sad and holy memories, wept
His stern, dark pride away.
His stern, dark pride away.
From his deep trance—
His long, deep trance of memory, love and grief—
He started up, and clenching his pale hands
In strong resolve, he raised his eyes to Heaven,
And moved his thin and bloodless lips, and vowed
To win a name a nation should adore—
To write it on the broad and glorious scroll
Of living greatness. Then, as o'er his heart
The vision stole with bright and burning power,
That would not be controlled, he smiled, and quelled
The rushing tide of passion's flood, and pressed
The one bright picture to his breast—the dear,
Prized picture of his future glory.
His long, deep trance of memory, love and grief—
He started up, and clenching his pale hands
In strong resolve, he raised his eyes to Heaven,
And moved his thin and bloodless lips, and vowed
To win a name a nation should adore—
To write it on the broad and glorious scroll
Of living greatness. Then, as o'er his heart
The vision stole with bright and burning power,
That would not be controlled, he smiled, and quelled
The rushing tide of passion's flood, and pressed
The one bright picture to his breast—the dear,
Prized picture of his future glory.
High
Among the foremost of his country's sons
That student stands. The wild and stormy souls
Of multitudes bow to his master-will,
Among the foremost of his country's sons
That student stands. The wild and stormy souls
Of multitudes bow to his master-will,
