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Without one lingering look he leaves The spot of all his troubles past, With thoughtful heart; for he believes The dons have made this chance his last. Those hated schools, brain-addling place, That seems to haunt his mind for ever, And sight of which before his face, Makes all his limbs with horror shiver―― Shiver as though had fallen smack A douche of water on his back And arms and neck and head and face, So hated was that awful place; But it must come, and all must go Where, sitting sternly in a row Examiners, with looks that chill, Pluck those that do their papers ill.