Comprehensive

Across the wide expanse of raging seas,

Across the gulf that separates the wise

From those who yearn to cleave to wisdom’s prize,

Who learn their human will to learn, to please,

Stands on the shore a solitary man,

Who beckons weary, trav’ling souls come hence,

Come all who will of madness make some sense,

And find your rest in beauty if you can.

And I, much wearied from the climb do cross,

To take my place among my learned peers,

With whom I arm my mind for battle, so

To count our inquiry’s gain and not its loss.

The war rages betwixt the work and tears,

‘Til Sapientia defeats the foe.

All told the journey’s end has come, at last:
My metal tested, and my trials passed.