TO ANN ARBOR.
I stood at the top of the Boulevarde
And gazed at the valley below.
I saw the tall spires of the city
And the slow-moving Huron.
Aloft, on the opposite hill
I beheld the domes and the towers
Of the great University
That first of all the States
Upheld the lamp of learning
To the vast Middle West.
Then in memory I saw the grand old man
Who gave her her fine reputation—
Dr. Angell, our beloved President,
Who for thirty years there lived and ruled,
I thought of the men and women
Who had sat beneath his teaching
Then gone forth to fill their places in a world of men,
Lawyers and teachers and preachers.
And that large group of fine mettle
Who laid down their lives in foreign lands
To save the souls of the heathen.
I thought of the men who answered Columbia's call
When civil war threatened to rend her asunder.
Their memory clings round the cannon.
Then suffering Cuba called for aid,
And America sprang to arms,
And Michigan stood in the fore-front,
In the noblest war, until now, ever waged.
Not with a hope for selfish gain
But from pure love of humanity.
And Cuba free, Cuba libre,
And gazed at the valley below.
I saw the tall spires of the city
And the slow-moving Huron.
Aloft, on the opposite hill
I beheld the domes and the towers
Of the great University
That first of all the States
Upheld the lamp of learning
To the vast Middle West.
Then in memory I saw the grand old man
Who gave her her fine reputation—
Dr. Angell, our beloved President,
Who for thirty years there lived and ruled,
I thought of the men and women
Who had sat beneath his teaching
Then gone forth to fill their places in a world of men,
Lawyers and teachers and preachers.
And that large group of fine mettle
Who laid down their lives in foreign lands
To save the souls of the heathen.
I thought of the men who answered Columbia's call
When civil war threatened to rend her asunder.
Their memory clings round the cannon.
Then suffering Cuba called for aid,
And America sprang to arms,
And Michigan stood in the fore-front,
In the noblest war, until now, ever waged.
Not with a hope for selfish gain
But from pure love of humanity.
And Cuba free, Cuba libre,
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