Harvard, 1880

I came across this the other day. It was written by George Pellew, the class poet at Harvard, 1880.

We ask but time to drift,
We deem it narrow-minded to excel.
We call the man fanatic who applies
His life to one grand purpose till he dies.
Enthusiasm sees one side, one fact;
We try to see all sides, but do not act.
…We long to sit with newspapers unfurled,
Indifferent spectators of the world.

‘Mornings on Horseback’ – David Mccullogh

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