TO A STUDENT.
O STUDENT with the classic brow
Filled overfull with ancient lore,
Shut up your books, put pens away,
And do not study anymore.
Filled overfull with ancient lore,
Shut up your books, put pens away,
And do not study anymore.
Tis such a glorious summer-day,
No cloud upon the azure sky,
A perfect radius of light
Upon the earth and sea doth lie.
No cloud upon the azure sky,
A perfect radius of light
Upon the earth and sea doth lie.
Come out upon the hill-side, then,
The perfumed wind upon your check
Shall make you strong, refill your brain
With healthy ozone, so to speak.
The perfumed wind upon your check
Shall make you strong, refill your brain
With healthy ozone, so to speak.
For once let freedom be your guide,
Unshackled by a wandering look
Of passionate longing for the sight
Of printed page, or, ponderous book.
Unshackled by a wandering look
Of passionate longing for the sight
Of printed page, or, ponderous book.
Or, if it be that you must learn
Let Nature teach you what is wise,
Look on her trees and waving woods,
The solemn stillness of her skies.
Let Nature teach you what is wise,
Look on her trees and waving woods,
The solemn stillness of her skies.
Let not your eyes with lighted fires
From high Olympus glower down
On us poor mortals that are tied
To noisy street and smoky town.
From high Olympus glower down
On us poor mortals that are tied
To noisy street and smoky town.
But from the mountains of the gods
Descend with footstep fast and free,
Yet bring us if you will a tale
From off the shores of Arcady!
Descend with footstep fast and free,
Yet bring us if you will a tale
From off the shores of Arcady!
With flute and harp and flageolet
We'll sing you many a festive lay,
And you will join our merry throng
And turn from scholar grave to gay.
We'll sing you many a festive lay,
And you will join our merry throng
And turn from scholar grave to gay.
The wheat is like a sheet of gold
All ready for the reaper's hand,
The meadows green with greenest grass,
The river, beautiful and grand.
All ready for the reaper's hand,
The meadows green with greenest grass,
The river, beautiful and grand.
Sure! Pan might pipe a dulcet tune,
There are so many reeds to make
A magic music quaint and soft
And olden memories to wake.
There are so many reeds to make
A magic music quaint and soft
And olden memories to wake.
And in and out the tangled wood
A dryad or a faun might run,
Unknown to mortals it is true,
And yet revealed perhaps to one.
A dryad or a faun might run,
Unknown to mortals it is true,
And yet revealed perhaps to one.
So, student with the classic brow,
Come quit your books, and take a sip
From Nature's nectar, let it touch
The curved lines around your lip.
Come quit your books, and take a sip
From Nature's nectar, let it touch
The curved lines around your lip.
The gods have had you long enough,
To Pallas you must bid adieu,
Come down to us and let us look
For one brief month once more on you.
To Pallas you must bid adieu,
Come down to us and let us look
For one brief month once more on you.
Your Plutarch and Euripides,
With similar books of bygone date,
Horace and Ovid, and a host
Of others equally as great;
With similar books of bygone date,
Horace and Ovid, and a host
Of others equally as great;
Abandon them awhile, and bid
Farewell to sweet Athenae's shrine,
And from the city of the gods
Depart in peace, nor fret, nor pine.
Farewell to sweet Athenae's shrine,
And from the city of the gods
Depart in peace, nor fret, nor pine.
Ere you should meet with further plight
And fickle Cupid with his dart
Should take a random aim and plant
The fatal arrow in your heart!
And fickle Cupid with his dart
Should take a random aim and plant
The fatal arrow in your heart!
Your academic gown put off
Exchange it for a suit of grey,
Come revel by the rippling brooks
And throw scholastic cares away.
Exchange it for a suit of grey,
Come revel by the rippling brooks
And throw scholastic cares away.
Forget the college and the dons,
The world of school, each striving brain
That seeks for knowledge, let them pass
And be a careless boy again.
The world of school, each striving brain
That seeks for knowledge, let them pass
And be a careless boy again.
Forget the toil, the grief, the strife,
The battle for an honoured name,
The hollowness of earthly pomp,
The goal that leads through tears to fame.
The battle for an honoured name,
The hollowness of earthly pomp,
The goal that leads through tears to fame.
Dear student! with your classic brow
Filled overfull with ancient lore,
Shut up your books, put pens away
And do not study anymore!
Filled overfull with ancient lore,
Shut up your books, put pens away
And do not study anymore!