Upon that name. Good Latin will Repeat.
"And in our School, a Miracle is wrought:
For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.
"Who serv'd the School, the Church, did not forget,
But Thought and Prayed & often wept for it.
"How oft we saw him tread the Milky Way
Which to the Glorious Throne of Mercy lay!
"Come from the Mount he shone with ancient Grace,
Awful the Splendor of his Aged Face.
"He Liv'd and to vast age no Illness knew,