Dear Old Shrine
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Come brothers of Psi Upsilon, who trod its halls of yore,
Unbar the ivied gate of years, and tread these halls once more;
The buried jewels glitter still– the ling’ring voices call,
While we, with spirit gaze and grasp, at ancient altars fall.Chorus
O dear old shrine,
Our hearts around thee twine;
We love thee yet,
We’ll ne’er forget
The days of auld lang syne.-2-
Come brothers of this later time, of earlier worth the peers,
Who bear the honors of the past along the hurrying years;
Ye keep our temple walls still bright, ye weave wreaths of bay,
Ye feed the hallowed vestal fires we gather round today.-3-
Come brothers of the then and now, one, whom no time can part,
Linked by a chain whose diamond clasp gleams bright above each heart;
Come sing again the good old songs, the mystic bond still bless,
The diamond of Psi Upsilon shall never sparkle less.