Our College Home

To thee, to thee, we bring our praise;
With thee are spent our happiest days.
No matter what, in after years
Shall come to pass, whether joy or fears,
Yet to thy name shall always cling
Blessed, holy memories.

Though in thy youth, misfortune's blast
Twice wrecked thy wall with crackling flames,
'Twas these alone which perished then,
And not thine old and honored name.

Beneath the trials which thou hast borne
Thy proud head may have bowed,
Yet now with courage strong, in turn,
It towers toward the clouds.

As one on whom the cares of life
Have left no mark of age,
Thou stand'st undaunted by the fiercest storm,
Which above thy head may rage.

And if in the years that are to come
Thy stately walls shall fall,
Thy influence still lives on and on
To guide us one and all.

May the joys which lie before thee
Be the best thou has ever borne;
May the gifts which thou hast given
Redound to thee, our college home.

From the "Collected Works of Letha Brock"