Sculpture

{To the right of a drawing/map showing the school buildings:}

Farewell parental scenes! A sad farewell!
To you my grateful heart still fondly clings,
Tho’ fluttering round on fancy’s burnish’d wings
Her tales of future joy hope loves to tell.
Adieu, adieu! Ye much-lov’d cloisters pale!
Ah! would those happy days return again,
When ‘neath your arches, Free from every stain,
I heard of guilt and wonder’d at the tale!

Dear haunts! Where oft my simple lays I sang,
Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet,
Lingering I quit you with as great a pang
As when, erewhile, my weeping childhood, torn
By early sorrow from my native seat,
Mingled its tears with hers my widow’d parent lorn.

On Leaving School
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge