In Residence

TO AN UNAPPRECIATIVE UNIVERSITY 75 It’s a pity that they'll plough me, for I should have made my mark at last, If I only became master of a College; My mighty mind was bound to have dispelled the dark at last, That covers all the rudiments of knowledge. I should not have been expected in that station to produce a thought, Or do anything but drawa little salary; And I would one day eventually most graciously let loose a thought On some subject such as Maeterlinck or Malory. But good-bye to thoughts of greatness amid men of Major Schol. degree! It’s the first step that regards me with defiance; They’ll allow me, p’raps, the General, or possibly the Poll Degree, , For my papers in the Trip. of Moral Science. So I, who might have risen to the fame of such a man as Hobbes, Or Leibnitz, or St Paul, or Dr Whewell, Remain a mediocrity (excuse a water-can 0’ sobs!) Exactly for my excellence—it’s cruel.