While gratitude exists, with luster bright
Yale’s praise and name shall Sons and Sires to sing unite.
Behold the man, whose deeds on every shore
Fame’s hundred tongues are whispering to the wind!
Asiatic wealth o’er boisterous seas he bore,
With just munificence to bless mankind.
The clouds of Ignorance which veiled the mind
Of this wide West, he burst; as Phœbus’ rays
Light up the night. Yale’s fame and name combined,
Till gratitude expires, shall fire our lays,