MATER FORTISSIMA.

PHI BETA KAPPA POEM, JUNE 25, 1903.

Again the song the fathers sang before us!

The cheer that rings through voice and heart again!

The multitudinous triumphant chorus!

The mighty mother marshalling her men!

"Come--for behold the East and West are merging;

The frozen Arctic greets the scorching Line;

Come, like the waves on strong New England surging;

Come for to-day the seas and skies are mine!"

And we who own no queen on earth above her,

We, who from boyhood know her sovereign away,

Her sons, her knights, and every knight her lover,

Her minute-men--we hear her and obey.

A thousand more their loyal vows have plighted;

A thousand more low at her feet have kneeled;

And every man, upspringing newly knighted,