Burrill Avenue
Flows all the campus life down Burrill Avenue
Beneath the mighty arch of branching elms
The Grand Old Man had placed so true,
With wise attentive care for tender life
Whose growing needs he so well knew.
Beneath the mighty arch of branching elms
The Grand Old Man had placed so true,
With wise attentive care for tender life
Whose growing needs he so well knew.
Brave old Uni Hall, like some great sentinel rock
That stems mid-stream the onward buoyant tide,
Stands firm and calmly meets the shock
Of years.—Ah, at the sight of your weathered height
What doors of memory unlock!
That stems mid-stream the onward buoyant tide,
Stands firm and calmly meets the shock
Of years.—Ah, at the sight of your weathered height
What doors of memory unlock!
When loudly sound the chimes to tell the passing hour,
The gay-capped boys, co-eds and thoughtful profs,
From out the halls and every tower,—
Mosaics bright soon form on the broad, grey path
That weave and change as with magic power.
The gay-capped boys, co-eds and thoughtful profs,
From out the halls and every tower,—
Mosaics bright soon form on the broad, grey path
That weave and change as with magic power.
