REMEMBERING THE TOWER OF OLD MAIN

The Old Tower

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(With Apologies to Holmes)

Aye, they tore the good old tower down;

Long had it stood on high,

And many an eye had danced to see

That emblem in the sky--

Beneath it rung the students' shout

And burst their loyal roar--

That meteor of the western air

Shall brave its storms no more.

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That tower, where once the students swarmed

Mighty and brave in deed,

When voices rang and true hearts warmed

To the call of the class's need,

No more shall know their glorious fight,

Or hear their bursting sound--

They've torn the tower from its height,

Our campus stands uncrowned.

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Let not that emblem of our might

Be gone for good and aya,

Let not that mark be lost to sight

That brings back yesterday.

Let not our earnest plea be mute,

Let not our prayer be vain;

Oh, let our words at last bear fruit,

Give us back our tower again.

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- The Wyoming Student

A student newspaper

Volume 18. 1915-16