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CANTO VnT. At last the putty is removed, The sash is slowly raised: Their drooping spirits now i11lpro\'etl, And t hcir guod fortune praised CANTO IX. The time has come to make the lest, The prize is 11"011, When, scarce before feet they rest, A voice cries ant: "Now runll" CANTO X Another word they do not need; Oh, how thei,' footsteps fly! As down the dilTercut roads they speed With ter-ror-st.ricket eye. CANTO XI. At last they pause;~tbeil' weary flight Has knocked them out of wind; The colleg-e is nowlJere in sight; .: Oh, tell me, "IVa .lit: sind!' CANTO XII Now, j·rcshics. Sophies, Juniors, all, I g-i,'c yOIl this advice. Lest SOUle such fate suoutd you befall' DOIl't hallnt this paradise. / ~By ONE 0' THI'!\!. "He who rUllS l1l:ty read." '93