Fide Et Literis

When the long--clouded spirit of Europe drew Life from Greek springs, frost could no longer bind, And old truth shone like fresh dawn on the blind, Our Founder sowed his pregnant seed: he knew No crabbed rule but rather chose a clue That should emband us of our historied kind Comrades, and keep in us a morning mind, Since to the wise Learning is always New. In Faith and Letters he enshrined his light; Faith, the divine adventure that holds on Through this world's forest into worlds unknown, And Letters, that since speech on earth began As one unended sentence burning write The hope, the triumph, and the tears of Man.