Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE OLD LIBRARY, by SAMUEL N. HOLLIDAY First Line: Our fathers drank of knowledge in thy halls Last Line: As thou hast served. Farewell, beloved pile! Subject(s): Librarians & Libraries; Yale University; Library; Librarians | ||||||||
OUR fathers drank of knowledge in thy halls, And Time hath sanctified thy memory: In reverential tones they speak of thee. We too have learned to love thine ivied walls, We love each blessed ivy-leaf which falls; And think of those who planted long ago The parent vine -- of those who watched it grow. And still thy mantled dignity enthralls. And in our hearts our love shall ever dwell, Though unknown hands shall rend thee stone from stone, And though thy site with weeds be overgrown. May thy successor, newly risen the while, Inspire our sons, and always serve as well As thou hast served. Farewell, beloved pile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FATHER OF PREDICAMENTS by HEATHER MCHUGH HER MONOLOGUE OF DARK CREPE WITH EDGES OF LIGHT by NORMAN DUBIE LOVE POEM FOR THE FORTY-SECOND STREET LIBRARY by DAVID IGNATOW THE LIBRARIAN by PETER JOHNSON BECAUSE OF LIBRARIES WE CAN SAY THESE THINGS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE IN THE READING ROOM by DAVID FERRY |
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