Illinois Verse/The Auditorium Steps
The Auditorium Steps
Up and down the Auditorium steps What heights, what depthsOf human joy and hope and passing sorrow.Each fall, so eagerly the freshman climbs Not knowing the timesHe'll tread that path till baccalaureate.
On Sundays, at five, the organ's deep, rich voice Draws all by choiceUp the broad stairs to vespers musical.Both town and gown on famous Star Course nights, Mid blazing lights.On the steps in anticipation gayly crowd.
The campus sings and twilight concerts in spring Great crowds soon bring.Then Sachem's gorgeous warriors throng the stepsAnd at the close of the year the frats' song fest, Each striving its best,Fills them high with white-sleeved boys.
Soon on your heights a noble group will arise That time defies.Wrought by Illinois' son, Lorado Taft.A fitting place for Alma Mater to be Where all may see,—Enthroned upon the Auditorium steps.