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��ISUSTER AND PUPIL
(To J. F. R.)
Tw'O years ago I taught him Greek,
And used to give him hints on bowling : His classics were a trifle weak ;
His "action" needed some controlling. Convinced of my superior nous
I thought him crude, and I was rather Inclined, as master of his House,
To treat him like a heavy father.
I wrote the usual reports
Upon his "lack of concentration" ; Though certainly at winter Sports
He did not earn this condemnation. I took him out San Moritz way
One Christmas, and our roles inverted, For in the land of ski and sleigh
His mastery was soon asserted.
I thought him just a normal lad, Well-mannered, wholesome, unaffected ;
The makings of a Galahad
In him I had not yet detected ;
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