Dear host and benefactor, living yet,

In deed and thought though years have passed away,

Your spirit haunts these ancient halls to-day
Where gracious memories in our hears are set;
Hate, pride and fear, and your good deed shall stay
When other lips shall find new words to say,
And strangers meet where we so oft have met
You planned for those whom you had never known,
And builded better even than men knew,
Prosperity was not for you alone,
With high aims and nobler hopes in view
You sought to make the future days your own,
Giving because God gave it unto you.