On that stage have spoken men who led.Prima donnas have sung and orchestras played.Final rites for our celebrated deadHere were performed. Athletic meetings held,Student carnivals each year without fail;Concerts by the Band and Choral Society.While above Ulysses with the years grows pale,—Painted by Millet, lost with the Titanic at sea.
Gathering place for enlightened college life.How many different groups your walls enfoldIn the college year. Within that broad expanseAll-University services they monthly hold;Sunday vesper concerts with organ music,Sweeping arches and dome, the students lure,—Beauty seeking. Fine old Auditorium.Temple of knowledge, pleasure, peace and culture.
