Belovèd “High,” beloved “Star,”
Dear to my heart your triumphs are.
And when at last that radiant “High” shall be
Untrod, for e’er untrod by me;
When absence throws her dim pale light
O’er distant scenes of past delight;
That “High,” that “Star” shall ever shine
In Memory’s eye, with power divine;
Belovèd “High,” beloved “Star,”
Dear to my heart your glories are.