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Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watry glade,
Where grateful Science still
Her Henry's holy shade;

Bound for your distant homeyou were leaving alien lands
In an hour as sad as I’ve knownI wept over your hands
My hands were numb and cold,still trying to restrainyou, whom my hurt toldnever to end this pain
But you snatched your lip...

Dear one, what did you say
A dining hall, a distant day,
It seems it was time;
For goodbye,