How ended the hopes that we students had known?
Each question we longed for kept cruelly from us,
And those that we knew not set for us alone.
Ne’er tell of surmises but coldly adorning
The close of Exams at the coming of night.
Give me back, give me back the fond hopes of the morning;
Its alarms and its fears in the evening seem light.
Ah! who would not welcome that moment’s returning,
When bravely he up to the Senate-House came,
Nor deem’d that ’ere long from that building returning,