Lee O. Harris

Schoolmaster and Songmaster! Memory Enshrines thee with an equal love, for thy Duality of gifts,—thy pure and high Endowments—Learning rare, and Poesy. These were as mutual handmaids, serving thee, Throughout all seasons of the years gone by, With all enduring joys ’twixt earth and sky— In turn shared nobly with thy friends and me. Thus is it that thy clear song, ringing on, Is endless inspiration, fresh and free As the old Mays at verge of June sunshine; And musical as then, at dewy dawn, The robin hailed us, and all twinklingly Our one path wandered under wood and vine.