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 YALE ODE FOR COMMENCEMENT DAY

I

! through the archways old

High voices manifold

Sing praise to our fair Mother, praise to Yale!

The Muses' rustling garments trail;

White arms, with myrtle and with laurel wound,

Bring crowns to her, the Crowned!

Youngest and blithest, and awaited long,

The heavenly maid, sweet Music's child divine,

With golden lyre and joy of choric song

Leads all the Sisters Nine.

II

In the gray of a people's morn,

In the faith of the years to be,

The sacred Mother was born

On the shore of the fruitful sea; 130