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To Kate.

All hail to thee, immortal Kate!
Whom, while we live, we will adore;
Though angry Profs, thee cruelly hate,
Thy name we'll ever love the more.

Let them, this day, look on with wrath
At thee and thy devoted band;
Still shall thy smiles light up our path,
And make us round thee firmly stand.

To thee we're bound by every tie,
And long thy virtues we have known;
Thy love we'll cherish till we die,
For round our hearts thy spell is thrown.

No fairer maid hath e'er been seen,
Our hearts to stir with deeper love,
Than Kate—true beauty's peerless Queen—
An angel from the world above.

Anew, to-day, we spread thy fame,
That distant lands of thee may hear—
That all may seek to know thy name
And laud thee each revolving year.

Then, lovely Kate, our hearts are thine,
And strongly we'll maintain thy cause,
And drink to thee— our toast divine—
In spite of all Senatus' laws.