Gerhard Ter Steegen

Phil. iii.7

To learn, and yet to learn, whilst life goes by,

So pass the student's days;

And thus be great, and do great things, and die,

And lie embalmed with praise.

My work is but to lose and to forget,

Thus small, despised to be;

All to unlearn -- this task before me set;

Unlearn all else but Thee.