Union College - Garnet Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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lhtion lllarclpittg Song. I As they bound the laurel un the vlctor's brow. Sang to hltn a song of victory: So, with greenest laurels. we wlll crown Sing a song of victory to thee. thee now, CHORUS. Un-lon. Un-lon. thine the song we slng. Un-lon, Un-lon, let the chorus ring! Wake the slumb'rlng echoes. shout the glad refrain, Cheer for Al-ma Ma-ter once again! 4 And though fame and fortune, peace and h:xpplneSS. All that llfe can give us ours should be. Still our thoughts wlll backward turn again to bless All the happy .lays we knew with tltee.-Chorus. S May the wreath of glory. placed upon thy brow. Hy the hands ol children. ever true: May the song of glatlness that we sing thee now, liver. ln the coming years he new.-Clim'ux. Thine the name we cherish thlne the fame we bear Thlne the gray old walls we detr ly love And the grateful mem-'ry of t Mother s cure Tltne shall not from loy tl hetrts remove Cbllflli Though of care and sorrow llfe should hive its Gil And be unto us a desert tlretr Yet thy golden mem'ries throngtng round ug grill Will recall the stnile and dry the tetr Cburtls lfltmtrte titztstm. '16 Song to CDID llnion. Let the Grecian dream of his sacred stream. And sing of the brave a-dornlng That Phoebus weaves from his laurel leives. At the gold-en gates of morn-ing: But the brook that hounds thro' lin-Ion's grounds tileatns hrlght as the Del-phic water: And a prize as fair as a god tnay wear. ls :I dlp from our Al-tna Matet. CHORUS. Then here's to thee. the brave and free. Old Un-ion. stniling o'er us. An.l tor ma-ny a day as thy walls grow gray. May they rlng with thy chll.lren's cho-rus. 2 Could our praises throng on the waves of song. Like an Orient lleet. gem-bringing. We would bear to thee the argosy. Anti crown thee with pearls of singing: But thy smile beams down beneath a crown. Whose glory asks no other: We gather it not tron the deep sea-grot- 'Tis the love we bear our Motlier!-Clvurux. 3 Let the joy tltat falls frotn thy dear old walls, Unchanged brave tlme's on-darting. And our only tear falls once a year On hands that clasp ere parting: thy songs. bound us. flowers. us.-Chorus. And when other throngs shall slng And their spell once more h:tth Our faded hours shnll revive their And the past shall live aorund F. H. LUlJl.OW,' 7 56