Thou Architect whose Temples stand upright,
Preserve us from this terror in the night!
O Stoughton! Thy new and frightened first-years weep
That e'er in the vastness of thy keep
They were assigned by FDO to sleep!
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Take heart, thou first-years, for although thy room
Is empty, thy proud tow'rs wreathed in gloom;
Thy college life is not controlled by fate!
Thy First Nights do not thy career create!
Thou shall achieve in time a happier state!
Honor thy hall with honest heart and hand,
And Stoughton's true ceilings shall forever stand.
—Stephen E. Sachs