I Shot An Arrow Into The Air,

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The Twilight Darkens, The Curlew Calls; The Little Waves, With Their Soft, White Hands, Efface The Footprints In The Sands, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.