I've never drunk wine before, sir, but I tell you what, dear Dan, I'll drink a toast to you as host, for you were a Dartmouth man; You're the giant of generations, and I swear by the gods to-day You'll be the best when all the rest have passed with the years away. I drink to you three times three, sir, and then, if I'm sober still, I'll drink one more to the men of yore, and the college on the hill; For you came of the ancient Dartmouth, and you kept her foes at bay, And your name resounds o'er the marble mounds of the foes you fought that day. You carried the flag of Dartmouth till it streamed in a continent's ken, And in your name still lives the fame which you brought to Dartmouth men; The upturned eyes of a nation and the echo of endless cheers Were rightly yours, — your work endures and will through all the years. The men who maligned your honor, ah! their mouths are stopped with dust, Through eternity you'll always be our Webster great and just; You're the giant of generations, and I tell you what, dear Dan, With lips still wet I place the bet you are Dartmouth's biggest man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN BEAUTIFUL THINGS by ELLEN P. ALLERTON ABER STATIONS: STATIO SEXTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |