"My Alma Mater."
And there shrouded in night's great sable cloak,
Before me loomed the College bright. A scene
Of beauty rare there met my sight, and e'en,
While yet I gazed, upon my ear there broke,
The sound of voices as by angels spoke,
So sweet and joyous were their tones. Serene
Was all without, serener all within.
For love doth scatter grief and strife like smoke
Before the wint'ry blast. Then I beheld
Those friends that now to me so dear have grown.
No change has come, those scenes are not dispelled,
And friendship now for e'er has fixed her throne.
Alma Mater! Thy aim is noble, grand,
"Science with Faith," O may it ever stand!
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