To Atlanta University⁠—Its Founders and Teachers + 

Pass down the aisle of buried years to-night, + 

And stand uncovered in that holy place + 

Where noble structures lift their hallowed height + 

Beneath a bending Heaven’s chaste embrace, + 

The fruit of those who scorned the path of ease, + 

To buckle on the armaments of care + 

Like to the Son of Man Himself, were these + 

Who gave themselves for brother men⁠—less fair. + 

Before the blinding footlights of to-day + 

We man our parts within Life’s tragic play, + 

Full mindful of the earnest love and care + 

That keeps eternal watch and vigil there; + 

Nor do they need fair monuments and scrolls⁠— + 

Their memories are deathless in our souls. + 