POSTSCRIPT IN MONROVIA 307

FLOREAT COLLEGIUM LIBERIA

By R. T. D.

When Church was o'er, the line was formed as

before,
In caps, gowns, hoods, black and white, we did

implore

The sympathy of the noblest and all the poor
Who made us feel like still,
Floreat Collegium Liberia.

On Thursday noon, the Commencement was begun,
Methought I heard the sound of thundering gun,
Telling us the day is come, the night is gone—
The day was calm, serene and fine,
Floreat Collegium Liberia.

I heard the Band to sound, the Clay-Ashland Band,
And busy though I was, I could no later stand,
For the sound was mighty and did peal through

the land.

It made me sing this sweet refrain,
Floreat Collegium Liberia,

The College sang a song and prayer was said,
Then the "Sal" rose, greeted us and nobly pled,
And he roused the silence of the heroic dead.
My heart did throb within and say:
Floreat Collegium Liberia.

Then followed the "VaT, the leader of the Class.
And with word transparent as a shining glass,
He gave us true mental food, yet not in brass.