One night I made resolve to speak,
So sported tight our oak;
And as the glowing fire burned
Its cheerful soul away,
I opened fire with these words,
"Now Jack, old boy, I say,
What happened to your spirits, man,
For all this blessed while?
I'll bet my summons from the Dean
You scarce know how to smile."
He drew a deep and weary sigh,
And then, in accents low,
"What fellow, Dick, can comprehend
Another fellow's woe?
You may remember that I went
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