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CORDA CONCORDIA Here let your Academe

Be no ignoble dream,

But, consecrate with life and death and song,

Through the land's spaces spread

The trust inherited,

The hope which from your hands shall take no wrong,

And build an altar that may last

Till heads now young be laurelled with the Past. 114