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.”
NAPOLEON’S TOMB.
Here pause and gaze, ye travelers young and old,
On this dull marble hewn in sacred mould,