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Play was each, pleasure each,
Until Fardiad faced the beach;
One had been our student life,
One in strife of school our place,
One our gentle teacher’s grace
  Loved o’er all and each.

Play was each, pleasure each,
Until Fardiad faced the beach;
One had been our wonted ways,
One the praise for feat of fields,
Scatach gave two victor-shields
  Equal prize to each.

Play was each, pleasure each,
Till Fardiad faced the beach;
Dear that pillar of pure gold
Who fell cold beside the ford,
Hosts of heroes felt his sword
  First in battle’s breach.

Play was each, pleasure each,
Till Fardiad faced the beach;
Lion fiery, fierce, and bright,
Wave whose might no thing withstands,
Sweeping with the shrieking sands
  Horror o’er the beach.

Play was each, pleasure each,
Till Fardiad faced the beach;
Loved Fardiad, dear to me!
I shall dree his death for aye!
Yesterday a Mountain he—
  But a shade to-day!