Chorus.

Air—"The Old Brigade."

Just one stave more and the song is done,
A stave for the olden 'time;
One age has passed and the age to come
Is the age of the golden prime!
So praise we men who have passed away
Who hold to a legend bold,
Whatever a sordid world may say
Wisdom is more than gold.

Chorus —
So when we are singing of College,
Singing the songs of old,
Think of the past,
Hold to the last,
That it's wisdom that's more than gold!

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For this is the burden of the world,
Which it speaketh day by day;
Though many a worldly lip be curled
With a sneer that it does not pay:
In our ears is the voice of a Mammon age,
In our hearts is a tale that's old,
The tale of our garnered heritage—
The wisdom that's more than gold!

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