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VIII. FAREWELL TO SAINT ANDREWS.
Farewell, thou city of the thousand years,High o'er the reefs the Achaian sailors knew,
And Acca with his bold Northumbrian crew
Made famous. Strong sea-music in thine ears
Works its continual charm, and still thy seers
From thought's high cliff the storms of doubt may view,
And guide to safety. Still in royal hue,
Though kings are past, young scholarhood appears.
Shades haunt thee—bishops, kings, one fair queen's face,
Protesting martyr, Rome's fierce Cardinal,
And that stern Preacher, he who shook thy towers
And broke thine altars; great amongst them all,
Those pillars of thine Academic bowers,
Gracious in wisdom one—one wise in grace.
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