SONGS THAT MAY BE USED FOR THE PROGRAMS

FLEVIT LEPUS PARVULUS⁸

16th Century Student Song

Flevit lepus parvulus clamans altis vocibus: Chorus Quid feci hominibus, quod me sequuntur canibus? Neque in horto fui, neque olus comedi. Longas aures habeo, brevem caudam teneo. Leves pedes habeo, magnum saltum facio. Domus mea silva est, lectus meus durus est.

CARMEN VITÆ.

H. W. Longfellow, 1839, English B. L. D'Ooge, 1885, Latin F. H. Barthélémon, 1741-1808 Ne narrate verbis mæstis, Esse vitam somnium! Vita nam iners est inanis, Et est visum perfidum. Vita vera! vita gravis! Meta non est obitus; "Cinis es et cinis eris," Nihil est ad spiritus. Ned lætitia, nec mæror, Finis designatus est; Sed augere, est noster labor, Semper rem quæ nobis est. Ars est longa, tempus fugit, Ut cor tuum valens sit, Tamen modum tristem tundit Neniæ qui concinit. Orbis terræ campo in lato, In ætatis proeliis, Mutum pecus turpe ne esto! Heros esto in copiis! Fidere futuro noli! Anni numquam redeunt. Age nunc! age in præsenti! Fortes dei diligunt. Summi nos admonent omnes Simus inter nobilis, Et legemus, disce dentes, Signa viæ posteris; Signa forsitan futura Alicui felicia, Qui, tum in dura vitæ via, Cernat hæc cum gratia. Agite, tum nos nitamur Quidquid erit, fortiter, Superantes iam sequamur Patienter, acriter. Vita vera! vita gravis! Meta non est obitus; "Cinis es et cinis eris," Nihil est ad spiritus.

GAUDEAMUS

Gaudeamus igitur, Iuvenes dum sumus; Post iucundam iuventutem, Post molestam senectutem, Nos habebit humus. Ubi sunt, qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Transeas ad superos, Abeas ad inferos, Quos si vis videre. Vita nostra brevis est, Brevi finietur; Venit mors velociter, Rapit nos atrociter, Nemini parcetur. Vivat academia, Vivant professores, Vivat membrum quodlibet, Vivant membra quaelibet, Semper sint in flore. Vivant omnes virgines, Faciles formosae; Vivant et mulieres, Dulces et amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae. Vivat et res publica, Et qui illam regit. Vivat nostra civitas, Maecenatum caritas, Quae nos hic protegit. Pereat tristitia, Pereant osores, Pereat diabolus, Quivis antiburschius Atque irrisores. TRANSLATION While the glowing hours are bright, Let not sadness mar them, For when age shall rifle youth, And shall drive our joys unsooth, Then the grave will bar them. Where are those who from the world Long ago departed! Scale Olympus' lofty height— See grim Hades' murky night— There are the great hearted. Mortal life is but a span, That is quickly fleeting; Cruel death comes on apace And removes us from the race, None with favor treating. Long may this fair temple stand, Nassau now and ever! Long may her professors grace Each his own time honored place, Friendship failing never. May our charming maidens live, Matchless all in beauty, May our blooming matrons long Be the theme of grateful song, Patterns bright of duty. May our Union grow in strength, Faithful rulers guiding; In the blaze of Freedom's light Where the genial arts are bright, Find we rest abiding. Out on sighing! Vanish hate, And ye friends of sadness; To his chill abode of woe, Let the dread Philistine go, Who would steal our gladness. —Tr. J. A. Pearce, Jr.

LAURIGER HORATIUS.

Lauriger Horatius, Quam dixisti verum! Fugit Euro citius Tempus edax rerum. Chorus Ubi sunt, O pocula, Dulciora melle, Rixae, pax, et oscula Rubentis puellae? Crescit uva molliter, Et puella crescit, Sed poeta turpiter Sitiens canescit. Quid iuvat aeternitas Nominis, amare Nisi terrae filias Licet, et potare? TRANSLATION Horace, crowned with laurels bright, Truly thou hast spoken; Time outspeeds the swift winds' flight, Earthly power is broken. Chorus Give me cups that foaming rise, Cups with fragrance laden, Pouting lips and smiling eyes, Of a blushing maiden. Blooming grows the budding vine, And the maid grows blooming; But the poet quaffs not wine, Age is surely dooming. Who would grasp at empty fame? 'Tis a fleeting vision; But for love and wine we claim, Sweetness all Elysian. —Tr. J. A. Pearce, Jr.

AMERICA

This singable Latin translation of America was made by Professor George D. Kellogg of Union College and appeared in The Classical Weekly.

Te cano, Patria, candida, libera; te referet portus et exulum et tumulus senum; libera montium vox resonet. Te cano, Patria, semper et atria ingenuum; laudo virentia culmina, flumina; sentio gaudia caelicolum. Sit modulatio! libera natio dulce canat! labra vigentia, ora faventia, saxa silentia vox repleat! Tutor es unicus, unus avum deus! Laudo libens. Patria luceat, libera fulgeat, vis tua muniat, Omnipotens!

INTEGER VITÆ.