TIER upon tier, through the stands are strown Faces fervid and faces fair — Banners aloft in the breezes blown, Waving ribbons and wayward hair, Flushes the West with a crimson flare; Glimmers the East like a summer sky. Thunder of throngs in the frosty air — Yale, old Yale, and a victory! Joy of battle and brawn of stone — Pride of pain in the deed they dare — Yard by yard they are struggling on, Backward the Crimson they bend and bear; Met with the strain of a strong despair, Into the strife again, do or die, Till the shouts to tatters the stillness tear — Yale, old Yale, and a victory! Two long years o'er our flag have flown — Years of darkness and dismal care; Now the time of our time has known — One short day shall our fate declare. Each in our sorrow has borne a share, Each has a share in the glad loud cry, Shaking the skies with a trumpet-blare — Yale, old Yale, and a victory. @3L'Envoi@1 Queen of Violets, reigning there — Spirit of strength in a violet eye — Lend us the power of thy whispered prayer: "Yale, old Yale, and a victory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP SONNET TO - -. by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WHITE DAY OF PEACE by MIRIAM DEL BANCO VILLANELLE by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |