His throbbing bosom rent with woe,
The tears came railing rapidly.
“Immortals” falter! On! ye brave!
Who rush to glory or the grave,
Wave! plebeians; All thy banners wave!
And charge that Trigonometry.
The lesson o’er—the hovering cloud
Hath burst in torrents, wild and loud,
And buried in one common shroud
The essence of stupidity.