Touched by October's changing frost and heat, The ivy flames upon the gray old walls, Or, whirled by sudden, fitful breezes, fallsIn little crimson showers at our feet;Impetuous Spring and lingering Autumn meet On these wide lawns and in the echoing halls, For Summer with its golden bounty callsTo hearts that still with youth and promise beat.
These Norman towers uplifted to the sun A nation's hope enshrine, a nation's pride.And one can scarcely look unmoved upon The nation's youth now gathering to their side,So great the future to be lost or won- So sweet the siren-songs, so swift the tide!
