A requiem we'll sing:
Then join the saddening chorus, all
Ye friends of Euclid true;
Defunct, he can no longer bore,
"[Greek: Pheu pheu, oi moi, pheu pheu.]"[03]

II.

Though we to Pluto _dead_icate,
No god to take him deigns,
So, one short year from now will Fate
Bring back his sad _re-manes_:
For at Biennial his ghost
Will prompt the tutor blue,
And every fizzling Soph will cry,
"[Greek: Pheu pheu, oi moi, pheu pheu.]"

III.

Though here we now his _corpus_ burn,
And flames about him roar,
The future Fresh shall say, that he's
"Not dead, but gone before":
We close around the dusky bier,
And pall of sable hue,
And silently we drop the tear;
"[Greek: Pheu pheu, oi moi, pheu pheu.]"


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