Let me lean over
Soothingly, tenderly,
Thou wast my lover,
Fashioned so slenderly;
Angel wings hover,
Home is the rover.

Let me but kiss you,
Gently, caressingly;
How I shall miss you,
Gone so distressingly.

Dumb the narrator
Of thy life-story;
O, Alma Mater,
Receive thee in glory.
None e’er lived straighter;
Safely lie sleeping,
Safe in the keeping
Of God thy Creator!

5. 2. 1928