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“Sons of my four years’ nurture, Ye who have eaten my bread, Pause ere you take the journey Down the wide roads ahead! Listen! that I may tell you In simple speech and plain, How from the debt that ye owe me Ye may quit yourselves again!

The wisdom of generations I have spread for your delight; And the truths that men have died for Ye may claim as your simple right. Heirs of the hoarding ages, How use ye your legacy? Masters of many talents Render account to me.