As the gravel'd path we tread, O'er the youthful beau's drest head. Swift Italia's perfumes throw, Ours to plaster ours to plat; Spite of weather he shall go, Hairs that once like bristles grim, Low the obdurate curl is laid, By our irons straightened down ; Dress demands the finish'd head, Soon the fore-top shall be done. Long shall Christ-Church smile with joy, Strains of wit and repartee. Mille-fleur covers all his pate! Brothers cease! the work is done. Hail the task and hail the hands, Triumph o'er each blackguard crop. Valet thou that tiest a tail, Learn thy business from our song; Christ-Church, thro' each cloister pale, Spread our fame and credit long. Brothers hence! your puffs lay down, Each his powder-bag comprest; Many a student in the town, G. C. B. 2 O DE To the RIVER CAM. By GEORGE DYER. I. While yon sky-lark warbles high, Suits too well the thoughtful breast, II. Near yon steeple's tapering height,* *Chesterton Church, near Cambridge. The young woman, on occasion of whose death was written Elegy the second, in the Author's Poems published in 1792. I could linger thro' the night, Sophron strays no longer here :" III.. Hoary Cam! steal slow along! Sleep the partners of my song; There with them I wont to rove. He the Youth+ of fairest fame, Hasten'd to an early tomb; Friendship shall record his name, Pity mourn his hapless doom. *Robert Robinson, author of various ingenious and learned publications, whose memoirs were written by the author, resided in this village. + William Taylor, formerly fellow of Emanuel Col. lege; the most intimate and highly esteemed of the author's friends when at College: and if extensive learning, a sound judgment, a modest demeanor, and unblemished morals, have a claim to respectful remembrance, William Taylor will not be soon forgotten by him. D IV. Hark! I hear the death-bell sound! There another spirit fled ! Still mine ears the tidings wound; V. Bending sad beside thy stream, Hail thy soothing stream again, |