Final Chorus

Just one stare more and the song is done—
A stave for the olden time:
One age has passed, and the age to come
Is the age of the golden prime!
So praise we the men who have passed away,
Who held to a legend bold—
Whatever a sordid world may say,
Wisdom is more than gold.

Chorus:

So when we are singing of College,
Singing the songs of old,
Think of the past,
Hold to the last,
That it's wisdom that's more than gold!

For this is the burden of the world,
Which it speaketh day by day,
Though many a worldly lip be curled
With a sneer that it does not pay;
In our ears is the voice of a Mammon age,
In our hearts is a tale that's old,
The tale of our garnered heritage—
The Wisdom that's more than gold!

—F.A.M. and S.S.M.

1906. "The Old Clay Patch," 1920.