(Song for the City College of New York) br br O youngest of the giant brood br Of cities far-renowned; br In wealth and power thou hast passed br Thy rivals at a bound; br And now thou art a queen, New York; br And how wilt thou be crowned? br br "Weave me no palace-wreath of pride," br The royal city said; br "Nor forge an iron fortress-wall br To frown upon my head; br But let me wear a diadem br Of Wisdom's towers instead." br br And so upon her island height br She worked her will forsooth, br She set upon her rocky brow br A citadel of Truth, br A house of Light, a home of Thought, br A shrine of noble Youth. br br Stand here, ye City College towers, br And look both up and down; br Remember all who wrought for you br Within the toiling town; br Remember all they thought for you, br And all the hopes they brought for you, br And be the City's Crown.