VIII.

CHORUS. Parting sunders many a tie
All unfelt before!

What a beauty clothes these scenes
Never yet they wore!

Trees ne'er sprung so full and fair;
Never breathed so soft an air!

Earth ne'er offered to the sky
Such a minstrelsy!

TIME. Room, room for throngs who come
Closely pressing on.

Loiterers in the flight of years,

The final task is done!

Others come these seats to fill

Room! they throng the threshold well!
Stranger-voices drown your own-—
On, loiterers, on!

XI.

CHORUS. Yet one prayer we proffer still;
Grant it ere we go.

Gently deal with one, whose eye
Rests kindly on us now!

Blessings on that parent-heart!

Heaven's own peace be still its part.

Grief, and pain, and sorrow dim,

Time, O spare to him!

XII.

CHORUS. And for us who linger here,
Yet one parting strain.

When shall music's grateful voice
Blend our hearts again!
God speed you, comrades! still
Heaven protect and guard you well.
Bright the sky, and fair the gale-
Peace to honor'd 'Yale!'