Their shouts of triumph drown.
I knew a youth whose valiant heart
Urged him to brave the flood.
Right proudly on the granite steps
The youthful hero stood.
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He glanced towards the distant shore,
And fire was in his eye.
I knew too well that he was bent
To conquer or to die.
Next day, when dawn's bright smile looked down,
It saw a bit of plank
Which Jones had placed to mark the spot
Where that brave student sank.