And I must bid beloved verse
Farewell for better or for worse,
Let me not linger o'er the page
In doubting and regretful age;
But as an unknown scribe in some
Monastic dim scriptorium,
When twilight on his labour fell
At the glad-heard refection bell,
Might add poor Body's thanks to be
From spiritual toils set free,
Let me conclude with hearty zest
Laus Deo! Nunc bibendum est!
