What mingled thoughts have we in this late time,
Reviewing all the glories of thy prime!
2.
Three hundred years ago thou hadst thy birth,
And now thy name is known o’er all the earth:
In making ropes of sand once great thy skill—
Thy fame is now the scalpel and the pill.
3.
O Alma Mater, ’neath thy learned shade,
How many a plot against mankind is laid!