Illinois Verse/The Old Clock
The Old Clock
Product of those early students' skill,The venerable clock serenely looks down stillUpon the changing classes of every raceWho rush by with a hurried glance at her face.
Her noisy rival in the library nearMay shake those chimes on the breeze,—She has no fear.The campus has looked up for fifty yearsTo her,—the monitor of youths and seers.
First class memorial! Uplifted, high!The careless crowds can never pass you by.The class of seventy-eight will mark the hoursAs long as Uni Hall upholds her towers.