The Spiral, by Jeff Day
Within a company of friends,
I tread upon ambitious feet,
I trust the hand that leads me round,
For wise o'erseers to meet--
Strike! Once we pass.
The words of fellows long since gone,
Echo, coursing through our halls,
Sacred writ have they become,
To countless generations' souls--
Strike! Twice we pass.
Ascending up the grand stairway,
A lesson learned each step,
'Tis only here harmoniously,
That earth and heaven's wisdom's kept--
Strike! Thrice we pass.
'Twas here the first of all proclaimed:
This upright spiral knows no end.
Take, Work, Teach.
Steps to the Endowment.
4 years ago