BANISHED be Bacchus and ivy; exiled Apollo and bays;
Nothing but beauty and roses bring to our dearest of days,-
Roses and beauty and sunshine, sparkle and lustre and bloom,
Shedding the freshness of Eden over each desolate room.
Throw aside Hamilton's gropings after a why and cause;
Shame on a man who could argue, beauty prescribing the Jaws.
Toss away cosine and secant; angles? 't is all a mistake;
Angels are what were intended, they the electives we take.
Horace alone, of the ancients, welcome we here as our guest;
He, with his garlands of myrtle, adds to our merriment's zest.
Plato may lie in the corner, folly in laughter he'd find;
E'en to the pleasures of Class Day Homer himself would be blind.
Mark how the oldest of buildings seem to grow young with surprise;
Finding their entries illumined, bright with the flash of fair eyes.
See how our elms, as a welcome, do all their standing allows;