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Show The New UniversityLA FAYETTE LENTZ BUTLERI SING of the days yet unmeasured- Too long have we harked to the past- When all the great dreams we have treasuredShall merge into dreams far more vast; When all that was best shall be lauded, And all that was worst be despised; When Truth, in Truth's image, applauded, Shall conquer and reign realized.I sing of the time when the studentShall seek for the best he may find; When he will deem it more prudentTo throw cant and creed to the wind And accept only that which sincerelyHe thinks of, as vitally his, And when he shall cherish most dearlyThe Truth as he thinks the Truth is.I sing of the time when the teacherShall, first of all, be the real man: No longer the dogmatic creature,Nor longer the essence of clan,- But one who can lovingly mingleWith those whom he's1 privileged to lead-Whose life with true blood is a-tingle,Whose heart is as good, as his creed.I sing of the years when the school-room Shall fortify students for life,No longer the mere fact and rule-room; No longer with pedagogues rife;But a vista which gives the broad vision, And gives it, unprejudiced, true,For the reason Life seems all division Results from a narrow-bound view.I sing of the years when the guerdonShall spring of itself from the work, No longer regarded a burden,Creating temptations to shirk; But rather, embraced for its prowessTo meet any problems which rise, And solve them because they allow us The gaining of Truths we shall prize.14 |