Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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F; 3y ' ttofrasso-x Al s-fl D§mtxn£l To my children gathered here, These my student boys and girls, Who have always been so dear — These with golden hair in curls, In the freshness of their youth ; These with hair like raven ' s wing, Who have heard the call of truth, And my praises love to sing ; These my girls with hair of gray. And my boys with wrinkled brow Who have loved in youthful day And are true and faithful now — Greetings bring I to you all ; May you ever faithful be. Blossoms that will never fall From our dear old Banvan-tree. Life is like a lover ' s song. To such boys and girls as you ; I am happy all day long, When my boys are brave and true, When my girls are chaste and sweet, As the roses in their bloom, Then the thorns that prick their feet And the sorrow and the gloom Will be changed to sweetest joy : All the world will seem to say : Happy girls and blessed boys, Be forever what you may. See our dear old White and Blue Waving in the morning light. You will never be untrue To those colors fair and bright. See our Temple on the hill, White and stainless as a dove ; It awakes this joyous thrill. Born of loyalty and love. May that Temple be the home Of your children, strong and brave ; While beneath its sheltering dome May they learn the truths that save. Greetings bring I to you all ; May you ever faithful be. Blossoms that will never fall From our dear old Banvan-tree.