Dark purple, chased with sudden gloom and glory, br Like waves in wild unrest, br Low-wooded billows and steep summits hoary, br Ridge, slope, and mountain crest, br Cease at her feet with faces turned to meet her, br Enthroned, apart, serene br Above her vassal hills whose voices greet her br The Mountain Queen. br Fair City, unto whom as to a lover br Our tender memories run— br Childhood and Springtide’s careless hours are over, br And Summer days begun.