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10
BRISTOL UNIVERSITY COLLEGE.
Green Brandon Hill, thy hermit passed away,He left the harmlessness that loved his cell;
In the gun's mouth the sparrow leaves her shell,
And boy-canaries round the battery play!
But if thy cannon flash not for the fray,
And pikemen hide not in thy ferny dell,
Embattled on thy side doth Learning dwell,
And “Oxford” is the signal-cry to-day;
For Wisdom's hermitage on Isis' shore
Has reached a hand of quiet to the town;
The men that bear the hod may wear the gown,
And science learned may ease the load they bore,
While safe behind such fortress they will frown
Death to brute force, in silence, as of yore.
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