As glad offshoots of Seventy - Four!
Alma Mater, receive a deep heart - felt farewell
From thy scions, as onward they glide,
Floating gently to meet the swift ocean of life,
Looking on at the quick - coming tide.
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Deep oppressed by the feelings that now we must part,
As the stream grows as broad as can be,
We but gaze at our sun sinking slow in the west,
Sure to rise clear from out our great sea.