Yon splendid mansion, and yon lovely font,
No more are cheer’d by Sol’s refulgent pow’rs.
This lovely dome, this academic shade,
This pleasing grove, O! I must bid adieu;
But still each image shall be bright pourtray’d,
Rush on the Muse in pleasing fancied view;
Yes, yes, tho’ to those scenes I bid farewel,
In ocular sight perchance to view no more;
Yet the mind’s eye shall ever pleasing dwell,
And paint each beauty with extatic lore.