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But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth, With steps, alas, too slow, The College GYPS, of high illustrious worth, With all the dishes in long order, go. In the midst a form divine, Appears the fam’d sir-loin; And soon, with plums and glory crown’d, Almighty pudding sheds its sweets around. Heard ye the din of dinner bray? Knife to fork, and fork to knife; Unnumber’d heroes, in the glorious strife, Thro’ fish, flesh, pies, and puddings cut their destin’d way.