The sines and the co-sines that at us were hurled,
Till we wished that there wasn't such a thing in the world;
These fell on our minds, like a cold winter blast,
But strengthened us much, in our march through the past.
So 'mid all these countries we marched, night and day,
And many the strange things that came in our way;
The reasons, that seemed from us walled, hedged, and fenced;
The roots of dead verbs, that we stumbled against;
The pitiless logic of syllogism thin,
That puzzled us where to conclude or begin;