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.

Lo, the sacred fires of knowledge
In thy temple are enshrined,--
Through the cloisters of thy college
Choruses eternal wind!
And all other incense scorning,
Michigan, they bring thee these
Hearts of ours, and songs of morning,
Goddess of the inland seas.

The foregoing songs are all of a somewhat earlier generation. To these
one more should be added. "The Friar's Song," sung for many years by
"The Friars," a convivial student club which was eventually suppressed.
The organization has lived, however, in the memories of many graduates
and in the words and music of this song which was composed and written
by the members as they drank and sang around their long table. The words
are credited to Harold M. Bowman, '00.

Where no one asks the "who" or "why";
Where no one doth the sinner ply
With his embarrassments of guile;
Where's ne'er a frown