The Old Clock
Product of those early students' skill,
The venerable clock serenely looks down still
Upon the changing classes of every race
Who rush by with a hurried glance at her face.
The venerable clock serenely looks down still
Upon the changing classes of every race
Who rush by with a hurried glance at her face.
Her noisy rival in the library near
May shake those chimes on the breeze,—She has no fear.
The campus has looked up for fifty years
To her,—the monitor of youths and seers.
May shake those chimes on the breeze,—She has no fear.
The campus has looked up for fifty years
To her,—the monitor of youths and seers.
First class memorial! Uplifted, high!
The careless crowds can never pass you by.
The class of seventy-eight will mark the hours
As long as Uni Hall upholds her towers.
The careless crowds can never pass you by.
The class of seventy-eight will mark the hours
As long as Uni Hall upholds her towers.
