Is void as night, is cold as clay,
Is dead in spirit, shrunk and sear ...
Hail, hail, ye walls and portals grey
With holiest memories wound,—we love you and revere!
II. 2.
Behold, the men are with us still95
Who here have reaped immortal fame;
Their words, their varying fancies, thrill
Our hearts, their deeds our zeal inflame.
Yes, Ussher’s voice is in our ear,