Where monks and nuns with solemn prayer

Pour out their orison;

The test of faith is filial care,

And duty nobly done.

Minds let us mould, men may we rear,

For God, for State, for man,

Using the right without a fear

To mar the heaven-born plan.

The test of great didactic skill

Is not to train the few

Whose active genius, tact, and will

Are always plain to view;

But he who takes an inert mind,

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Housed in a sluggish frame,

And forms such man as God designed,

Deserves an honored name.

Like Sisyphus some ever roll

The same old round of things

Which dwarf the mind and starve the soul,

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