Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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The Old Chapel Hail, noble temple of eternal truth ! Thou birthplace of God’s freedom for the mind, Thou scene of resurrections of men’s souls, Thou hallowed shrine of heart’s devotion pure, Thou trysting place of those who long to feel The tender pulses of the Heart divine ! From grey foundation stones to sun-crowned peak You stand, memorial of a glorious past ; While the Corinthian colums tall that guard Thy portals wide stand there as monuments Of all the undimmed splendor of thy years, And symbols of our ideals, noble, free. In thee did bloom the Old South’s chivalry Till on thine ivied walls did break in tears The warclouds of a land baptized in blood. And when our Southland staggered, horn anew, You welcomed her brave heroes from the fields Where souls went through the fire of strife and pain. Now in thy whispering echoes soft and low The vows of loves of long ago 1 hear ; While holy anthems sleeping in thy walls For long decades shall wake and blend their strains With the refrain of heav ' n’s exultant song. The voices heard in thee and long since hushed Echo with truth in lands beyond the sea, The gospel heralds of the great birthday Of love and peace and joy upon the earth. And when Time’s ravages have laid thee low Let thy dust be as sacred as thy years, As gold upgathered for the diadems That shall adorn the shining saints of God ! GORDON HURLBUTT. Page Twenty-one