Through ages to come—in our march through the past.
'Twas a bright, glorious march! full of joys that were new;
Of hopes that kept budding, and friends that kept true;
And powers just awaking and op'ning their eyes,
That dashed through our souls with a thrill of surprise;
Of facts 'twas a luxury just to possess;
Of growth that was full of the fire of success.
To you who now fret under college control,
Keep this truth in your mind—let it call on your soul:
You never will find, through terrestrial source,