Classic Poem

Beautiful type of the Palace of Knowledge,
Here is a building that fills with amaze.
Perfect in structure, a triumph of sciences,
Worthy to last till the crowning of days.
Yet it were wasted with all its appliances,
Were there not built in each diligent youth—
Type of the school—a palace of character
Grounded in purity, founded in truth.
Foolish is learning, vain are the ologies,
Empty the promise if culture is all.
Men we must have, not empty apologies,
Loud ringeth out Humanity's call!
Modesty, temperance, virtue, unselfishness—
These are the marbles to build in the wall.
Noble, true-hearted, gallant and loyal,
Decked with the spoils of ages gone by.
Come forth, ye kings of men, genuine-royal,
Rulers whose glory never shall die!