Once more we stand, a joyous band,
Our songs to heaven upsending;
They freely rise,
A sacrifice
Of prayer and praises blending.
2 Our college halls are grand and free,
Her charter heaven granted;
Her roof the summer-crownéd tree,
Where nature’s hymns are chanted;
And round her shall her children cling
With loyal love and duty,
And yearly all their offerings bring,
Of gathered wealth and beauty.—_Refrain._
3 From the vast ocean shore of thought,
We bring our earliest treasure,
With many a golden memory fraught,
And many a lofty pleasure;
We offer now our work to him
Whose loving light hath guided,
Thro’ pathways to our knowledge dim,
From his great thought divided.—_Refrain._
Copyright, 1879, by J. H. Vincent.