High in the midst, surrounded by his peers Magnus, his ample front sublime appears, Placed in his chair of state he seems a god While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom His voice in thunder shakes the sounding dome; Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools Unskilled to plod in Mathematic's rules. |
FREDERICK S. COLMAN |