Lectures on Bones grew wondrous dry,
But still she murmured with a sigh
Excelsior!
“Oh, stay!”—a lover cried,—“Oh, rest
Thy much-learned head upon this breast;
Give up ambition! Be my bride!”
—Alas! no clarion voice replied
Excelsior!
At end of day, when all is done,
And woman’s battle fought and won,