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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

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