Cards, toy-shops, the daily press,
And everything flings taunts at me
Of the long two weeks' recess.
Oh! but for one short day
To feel as I used to feel,
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When we flew o'er the glittering ice, shod well
With the narrow winged steel.
Oh, that the thesis imposer
Could feel some keen remorse,
Perceiving something worthy thought
Outside of his special course.