ALMA MATER “PENNSYLVANIA.”
I see thee, dear “Old Penn,” in silhouette,
Far back along the road on which I came;
And memories, fragrant as the violet,
Are interwoven with thine honored name.
I’ve thrilled at “Harvard” and at good old “Yale,”
Proud have I been to meet their doughty men,
But in the world there’s just one nightingale—
My Alma Mater, my own honored “Penn.”