  A COLLEGE youth toward magic yearned, And all the wizard’s arts he learned. He had the mumbo-jumbo pat, And made my first in his silk hat, Sorcery, black art, and all the rest He could accomplish with the best; And when, as wizard, he fell flat, He made my last in his silk hat. Dressed for the street, he chanced to pass One day, before his cheval-glass; With faultless garb and new cravat, He saw my whole in his silk hat. |
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