Professor Gayley wrote several other songs which have long been deservedly popular. One of them, "Birds of a Feather," arranged by Professor Stanley to the "Eton Boating Song," is as follows:
O whiles we tell of rushes,-- O whiles we sing and sup,-- And sip the wine that flushes, In Hebe's amber cup, And toast the maid that blushes And smiles, and then looks up, And toast the maid that blushes, And smiles, and then looks up!
In sad or singing weather, In hours of gloom or glee; Birds of a feather We haunt the same old tree,-- And sing, sing together, O Michigan, of thee!
Another song by Professor Fred N. Scott which was popular for many years, usually known as "Ann Arbor, 'tis of thee we sing," has fallen from its former esteem, because it was sung to the tune of "The Watch on the Rhine." The words of the first verse are as follows:
Ann Arbor, 'tis of thee we sing, From thee our choicest blessings spring; Accept the tribute of our song, O Alma Mater, wise and strong.
We love thy classic shades and shrines, We love thy murm'ring elms and pines; Where'er our future homes shall be, Our hearts, our hopes are all with thee.
Two of Michigan's most beautiful anthems, it must be confessed with regret, have come of late upon somewhat evil days. The reason probably lies in the smaller proportion of students of classical training. Yet "Laudes Atque Carmina" cannot be surpassed in the sonorous beauty of Professor Gayley's words and the majestic exaltation of the air, written by Dr. Stanley.
Laudes atque carmina, Nec hodie nes cras, Sed omnia per tempora,-- Dum locum habeas, Tibi sint dulcissima, O Universitas; At hostes, Pol, perniciter Eant _eis korakas_.
Chorus: O Gloria, Victoria, O Decus omnium, O salve Universitas, Michiganensium, Michiganensium.
O clara Universitas,-- Nec merum Caecubum, Nec flores nimium breves, Nec nard' Assyrium,-- At gloriam, victoriam, Vovemus merito; Nos tui cives, juvenes, Tui perpetuo!
Scarcely less beautiful though apparently somewhat too full of classical allusions for the taste of the modern undergraduate is the "Goddess of the Inland Seas," the words of which, by Professor Gayley, are set to an old air by Joh. Peters.
Sing no more the fair Aegean, Where the floating Cyclads shine, Nor the honey'd slopes Hyblaean, Nor the blue Sicilian brine, Sing no storied realms of morning Rob'd in twilight memories,-- Sing the land beyond adorning, With her zone of inland seas.