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  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.”

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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 shining brow,
Like Cybele, in fadeless light dost wear
A diadem of turrets strong and fair.

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I see thee standing in a lonely land,
But late and hardly won from solitude,
Unpopulous and rude,—­
On that far western shore I see thee stand,
Like some young goddess 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 shine according to their rule. 
  But Princeton answered, in her nobler mood,
  “God 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. 
  Shine on, ye sister-towers, across the night! 
  I too will build a lasting house of light.”

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