Hercules checks out reserve books,
As Augean bookstalls fill;
Reading period comes to Cambridge.
Hark! the air grows pinkly still!
We, who do not study, study
Lest the tumbrels gleam too bloody.
Oh death, our fearful day is done:
The world will rise tomorrow, muddy,
For no CRIME will see the sun.
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George Lodge at Harvard