Hail Tu en majesté, Cornell . shareLe don des fondateurs, sentiront les statues épeler; Et s'enflammer à la flamme des fondateurs barbePromethean feu—l'esprit de Cornell. ©iae CDIitmp Mmttr TTE monte des escaliers isolés par jour et par nuit Que la musique peut diviser le jour; Pour jouer de vieux morceaux pour notre plaisir; pour sonner notre humeur, ou grave ou gay. Si nous la nuit nous avons linged lateWith études, amis, ou autrement, il sonne, quand le matin courrant huit.Nos couvercles à la traîne des yeux endormis. À midi quand la weve avait notre plein de sagesse, quand les idées pall.Il sonne libérer à toute la colline Et joue un jig pour le déjeuner appel.

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Hail thou in majesty, Cornell . shareThe founders gift, shall feel the statues spell; And kindling at the founders flame shall bearPromethean fire—the spirit of Cornell. ©iff CDIitmp Mmttr TTE climbs lone stairs by day and night That music may divide the day;To play old tunes for our delight;To chime our mood, or grave or gay. If we at night have lingered lateWith studies, friends, or otherwise, He rings, when mornings crowding eight.Our lagging lids from sleepy eyes. At midday when weve had our fill Of wisdom, when ideas pall.He rings release to all the hill And plays a jig for luncheon call. When shadows from each tree and towerStretch eastward from the glowing west, He plays soft tunes to mark the hourAnd gently call to twilight rest. He calls us to the fringe of sleepWith midnight bells that thrill the air With carols sweet and old that keepThe Christ Child story fresh and fair. Chime masters come and ring and go; All hail to him who rings today!We listen for a while and lo, With lingering memries go our way.. Slyp ffitbrarg Mxvtpintt T PASSED the tower when, through the rain, The vesper bells rang to the night; And neath the arches entered, fainTo read some tale of loves delight. The entrance fireplace was aglow Where flame was never seen before; And Cupid with his unstrung bowStirred up the fire to make it roar. Two benches flank the inglenook Where people far apart could bide; But lo, a man came in and tookA seat close by a maidens side. Then Cupid plied his burnished bowTill ruddy firelight filled the place And shone upon the pair, and lo, Each turned and saw the others face. They gazed into each others eyes, Their faces rapt and love-beguiled; They whispered low with long-drawn sighs;And Cupid stirred the fire and smiled. I sought the inglenook next day; The hearth was clean, the shining flueWas free from soot; no ashes lay To show the thing I saw was true. But I saw man and maid that day, Their eyes still bright with Cupids gleam;Which proves, I think, be

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