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A PUBLIC-SCHOOL REGISTER.
As birds of passage on some mid-sea isle,
From diverse lands and bound on diverse ways,
In company assembled for a while,
Then lose each other in the ocean haze:
So are we parted when are done the days
Of our brief brotherhood within this pile;
The world grows wider then; new hopes beguile;
And from new lips we look for blame or praise.
From diverse lands and bound on diverse ways,
In company assembled for a while,
Then lose each other in the ocean haze:
So are we parted when are done the days
Of our brief brotherhood within this pile;
The world grows wider then; new hopes beguile;
And from new lips we look for blame or praise.
No lifeless page is this that bears enrolled
Names once familiar, and bids reappear
Forgotten faces. One has climbed to fame
In law or letters; one proved greatly bold
In battle; one—it may be the most dear—
Just does his life's work well and is the same.
Names once familiar, and bids reappear
Forgotten faces. One has climbed to fame
In law or letters; one proved greatly bold
In battle; one—it may be the most dear—
Just does his life's work well and is the same.
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