National universities are called several men,
Wars include their earliness, wars of duty;
Born against them, a fetching knowledge is provided
To improve the ethereal planes, and material plains.
This felicity evokes pity, for they have forbearance,
And these bastions of intellectual learning strive hard.
Until the days of food have closed, we spend in the ways
Of education, seconds are wasted but exams are good.
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