It says, "We would be better, wiser, truer,
Each day we live; the best that is in us,
We aim to nourish, that it may endure,
And pray that God will help our striving thus.
With reason-builded curiousness we yearn
The depths of history's changing tides to learn;
The weird discoveries that proud science made,
And the pen's song—we ask them all for aid."
The old town marches eastward to the sea;
Roofs, windows, belfries, door—stones all are here;