Lo, at her feet the valley lies,
She stands in changing shade and shine
Of brooding clouds and sunny skies,
Amidst the hills of oak and pine.
Her bells ring out o’er winter snow,
To summer skies, in autumn’s haze
And many murm’ring waters flow
Where we exulting sing her praise.
–from the “Cornell Hymn” by Albert Smith, class of 1878