Stands an old spacious building, and the din
You hear without, explains the work within;
Unlike the whispering of the nymphs, this noise
Loudly proclaims a “Boarding-School for Boys;”
The master heeds it not, for thirty years
Have render’d all familiar to his ears;
He sits in comfort, ’mid the various sound
Of mingled tones for ever flowing round:
Day after day he to his task attends, -
Unvaried toil, and care that never ends: