The strongest language hath no words at all.
When first the uncouth student comes in sight—
A sturdy plant, just struggling toward the light—
And timidly invades his classic home,
And gazes at the high-perched college dome,
Striving, through eyes with a vague yearning dim,
To spy some future glory there for him,
A child in thought, a man in strong desire,
A clod of clay, vexed by a restless fire,
When, homesick, heart-sick, tired, and desolate,