Part 33 (1/2)
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
I
Into the dust of the making of man Spirit was breathed when his life began, Lifting him up from his low estate, With masterful pa.s.sion, the wish to create.
Out of the dust of his making, man Fas.h.i.+oned his works as the ages ran; Fortress, and palace, and temple, and tower, Filling the world with the proof of his power.
Over the dust that awaits him, man, Building the walls that his pride doth plan, Dreams they will stand in the light of the sun Bearing his name till Time is done.
II
The monuments of mortals Are as the glory of the gra.s.s; Through Time's dim portals A voiceless, viewless wind doth pa.s.s, The blossoms fall before it in a day, The forest monarchs year by year decay, And man's great buildings slowly fade away.
One after one, They pay to that dumb breath The tribute of their death, And are undone.
The towers incline to dust, The ma.s.sive girders rust, The domes dissolve in air, The pillars that upbear The lofty arches crumble, stone by stone, While man the builder looks about him in despair, For all his works of pride and power are overthrown.
III
A Voice came from the sky: ”Set thy desires more high.
Thy buildings fade away Because thou buildest clay.
Now make the fabric sure With stones that will endure!
Hewn from the spiritual rock, The immortal towers of the soul At Death's dissolving touch shall mock, And stand secure while aeons roll.”
IV
Well did the wise in heart rejoice To hear the summons of that Voice, And patiently begin The builder's work within, Houses not made with hands, Nor founded on the sands.
And thou, Revered Mother, at whose call We come to keep thy joyous festival, And celebrate thy labours on the walls of Truth Through sevenscore years and ten of thine eternal youth-- A master builder thou, And on thy s.h.i.+ning brow, Like Cybele, in fadeless light dost wear A diadem of turrets strong and fair.
V
I see thee standing in a lonely land, But late and hardly won from solitude, Unpopulous and rude,-- On that far western sh.o.r.e I see thee stand, Like some young G.o.ddess from a brighter strand, While in thine eyes a radiant thought is born, Enkindling all thy beauty like the morn.
Sea-like the forest rolled, in waves of green, And few the lights that glimmered, leagues between.
High in the north, for fourscore years alone Fair Harvard's earliest beacon-tower had shone When Yale was lighted, and an answering ray Flashed from the meadows by New Haven Bay.
But deeper spread the forest, and more dark, Where first Neshaminy received the spark Of sacred learning to a woodland camp, And Old Log College glowed with Tennant's lamp.
Thine, Alma Mater, was the larger sight, That saw the future of that trembling light, And thine the courage, thine the stronger will, That built its loftier home on Princeton Hill.
”New light!” men cried, and murmured that it came From an unsanctioned source with lawless flame; It shone too free, for still the church and school Must only s.h.i.+ne according to their rule.
But Princeton answered, in her n.o.bler mood, ”G.o.d made the light, and all the light is good.
There is no war between the old and new; The conflict lies between the false and true.
The stars, that high in heaven their courses run, In glory differ, but their light is one.
The beacons, gleaming o'er the sea of life, Are rivals but in radiance, not in strife.
s.h.i.+ne on, ye sister-towers, across the night!
I too will build a lasting house of light.”
VI
Brave was that word of faith and bravely was it kept: With never-wearying zeal that faltered not, nor slept, Our Alma Mater toiled, and while she firmly laid The deep foundation-walls, at all her toil she prayed.
And men who loved the truth because it made them free, And clearly saw the twofold Word of G.o.d agree, Reading from Nature's book and from the Bible's page By the same inward ray that grows from age to age, Were built like living stones that beacon to uplift, And drawing light from heaven gave to the world the gift.