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HESTIÆUS PONTICUS
Old Hestiæus, learnèd dunce,—
(So Grecian gossips tell the story)
Through all his lifetime never once
Saw the sun rise or set in glory:
Over his scrolls he'd constant pore
To pack his pate with curious lore.
(So Grecian gossips tell the story)
Through all his lifetime never once
Saw the sun rise or set in glory:
Over his scrolls he'd constant pore
To pack his pate with curious lore.
Hail, sage of Pontus! you and I
Were surely bred at Dullheads' College:
While the green light's in western sky,
I'm searching books for useless knowledge!
And ah, how seldom have mine eyes
Beheld the glorious morning rise!
Were surely bred at Dullheads' College:
While the green light's in western sky,
I'm searching books for useless knowledge!
And ah, how seldom have mine eyes
Beheld the glorious morning rise!
4th October, 1918.
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