But still he rowed on, with excitement quite warm.
Three years quickly passed, and one noon Jencks was working,
Intent on a race that came off the next day;
For the prize he had trained, and thought never of shirking,
Until he should win, - so to me did he say.
The race was exciting, - all Harvard was present, -
And pretty, indeed, were the boats as they passed;
Only one thing appeared to my mind quite unpleasant, -
Namely, Jencks - well, in short, at the home-stretch came last!
Now was n't it sad, when you think of his toiling
In sunshine and rain for two years and a half;
And after all that, after wetting and broiling,
To receive but a glance and a pitying laugh?
Ambition, ambition, what labor thou givest
To those who would climb the great hill of thy fame;
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