This lesson teaching, which our souls may strike,
That harmonies may be in things unlike!
[WRITTEN AT CAMBRIDGE.]
I was not train'd in Academic bowers,
And to those learned streams I nothing owe
Which copious from those twin fair founts do flow;
Mine have been anything but studious hours.
Yet can I fancy, wandering 'mid thy towers,
Myself a nursling, Granta, of thy lap;