 | [Poems by Sill in] Decennial record of the class of 1861, Yale College |  |
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[Many-rippling laughter comes]
Air—“Twinkling Stars.”
Many-rippling laughter comes,
From the hoary sea;
In their rock-roofed crystal homes,
Sea nymphs smile their sympathy;
While with careless joy we raise
To the sky each heart-felt tone;
While we sing thy lasting praise
Noble class of Sixty-one!
From the hoary sea;
In their rock-roofed crystal homes,
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While with careless joy we raise
To the sky each heart-felt tone;
While we sing thy lasting praise
Noble class of Sixty-one!
Chorus
—Ever shine as bright as nowNoble Sixty-one!
Glories crown thy radiant brow,
Now Biennial is done.
Voices from the echoing rocks
Peal along the cry,
Trees unbowed by tempest shocks
Thrill their leaves in sympathy;
Waves in low, sad accents sing
On the melancholy shore,
While our joyful voices ring
Now Biennial is o'er.
Peal along the cry,
Trees unbowed by tempest shocks
Thrill their leaves in sympathy;
Waves in low, sad accents sing
On the melancholy shore,
While our joyful voices ring
Now Biennial is o'er.
Chorus
—Ever shine as bright as now, etc.
Bound by ties of brotherhood
Clasping hand in hand,
Long our golden chains have stood—
All our life they yet shall stand;
Many a threatening blow has come
Trying hard those links to part,
Still as first they hold us home,
Hand to hand and heart to heart.
Clasping hand in hand,
Long our golden chains have stood—
All our life they yet shall stand;
Many a threatening blow has come
Trying hard those links to part,
Still as first they hold us home,
Hand to hand and heart to heart.
Chorus
—Ever shine as bright, etc.
From the beaming sky above,
Stars look calmly down,
Soothing with their smile of love
All the roughness of night's frown;
So the stars of Love and Trust,
Shed their fairy, golden light
Through the gath'ring of life's dust,
Through the frowning of life's night.
Stars look calmly down,
Soothing with their smile of love
All the roughness of night's frown;
So the stars of Love and Trust,
Shed their fairy, golden light
Through the gath'ring of life's dust,
Through the frowning of life's night.
Chorus
—Ever shine as bright as nowNoble Sixty-one,
Glories crown thy radiant brow,
Now Biennial is done.
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