Refrain.—We hail thee, we meet thee,
We greet thee, we meet thee,
We bless thee dear Hampton,
Our Mater, our friend.

## II.

Gathering here from our various fields,
Telling of struggles we've had to maintain
The banner to whose influence ignorance yields,
While toiling on hillside and plain.
Augment our faith, our strength renew;
With zeal inspire us, and courage too;
Make bold our hearts to dare and do;
True Hampton's sons and daughters.

Refrain.—We hail thee, etc.

## III.

Happy indeed are we to meet
Those who have labored for us so long;
Each other here we gladly greet
With cheerful voice and gladsome song.
While from the Negro and Indian ascends.
Gratitude both to Heaven and friends;
And absent ones join the loud Amens!

## Our Chief.

* Written upon hearing of General Armstrong's attack of paralysis received while he was addressing a meeting in behalf of the School, in Stoneham, Mass., Nov. 1891.

Into the life of the " Christ like school,
Falling with sudden blow,
Came word that the " Chief," beneath whose rule
Of love we lived, lay low,

Far in a city away from us all,
Where he had gone to plead
With man for man, on brother to call
For brother in sorest need.

And Hampton's great life, in every part,
Grew faint with fear and pain,
For he who was its brain and heart
Might ne'er return again.

Then, as to answer our questioning—
To help in our sorrow's night—
Came this word, brought on angel's wing,
"Shall not earth's Judge do right?"

"Work on, nor question my mighty will;
Leave the grand life with me,
Thou hast him in his influence still—
In the work he has done for thee,"

And with the message came strength again
To work nor question more;

Trusting the love that would spare us pain,
If best, and our Chief restore.

Into the meeting at eventide,
Where each heart brought one prayer,
Came the good news from the far bedside,
Which we dared not hope to hear.

Filled was each heart with influence sweet
Of evening's hush and rest:
And the gracious answer sent to meet
The prayer ere 'twas exprest.

BY SARA A. COLLINS, CLASS OF '82.

## Song for Reunion, '93.

Air—Auld Lang Syne.

A quarter century's offspring come
Back to their Mater-shrine
Bringing a large, heart-treasured sum
Of love for auld lang syne.

Refrain:
For Hampton's auld lang syne, dear friends,
For Hampton's auld lang syne,
A loyal off'ring of true love
For Hampton's auld lang syne.

We'll claps their hands and see the glow
On comrades faces shine,—
The lovelight warm from hearts we know
Were true in auld lang syne

Refrain:
True hearts of auld lang syne, dear friends,
True hearts of auld lang syne.
We'll clasp the hands of comrades true,
Of Hampton's auld lang syne.

Those faithful friends we gladly greet
Who, patient e'er and kind,
Up learning's steep led faltering feet
In school days of lang syne.

Refrain:
In school days of lang syne, dear friends,
In school days of lang syne,
A grateful mem'ry holds them dear
Who helped us while we climbed.

*O* Chief, twice dear since twice bestowed
By providence Divine,
A gratitude that has o'erflowed
Our hearts, is ever thine.

Refrain:
Our gratitude is thine, dear chief,
Our gratitude is thine
Who gave us Hampton by thy zeal
In days of auld lang syne.

* Written when it seemed that General Armstrong was steadily improving in health. April, 1893.

BY SARA A. COLLINS.

## Hampton--A Legend.

[Prepared for and read at the Fifth Triennial Re-union
of the Alumni of Hampton Institute, May 23d, 1890.]

The sun was sinking in the West

And filling sky and sea with beauty rare,
A woman knelt upon the shore,

With face toward the setting sun—her prayer:

"O, God, curse thou this land

"For all the wrongs which I have borne,

"For all the groans of an oppressed race.

"I ask revenge upon this land."

Ignorant and benighted, thus she prayed.

The only merit of her prayer, the faith

By which she could take hold upon the Infinite—
Not wise enough to know that her petition

Answered, would her destroy—

That she was linked inseparably

With the land on which she lived and suffered.

So she prayed, "O, God curse thou this land."

And raised her bowed head—

A light more glorious than the setting sun

Flooded the sea and shore,

An angel stood beside her,

Thus he spoke, "O, woman.

"Thou hast asked revenge,

"Twas faith that made thee pray,

"And faith shall be rewarded."

"Here thou hast with thy race endured oppression,

"And on this very ground thou shall have resti-
tution not revenge.

"Here shall be written a history.

"As bright with love as was the other

"Dark with hatred and oppression.

"God hath compassion on thy ignorance,

"And gives thy faith reward."

The angel vanished. and, she

Looking toward the east

Saw a new day break for her race oppressed

The light of which is shining still,

Lifting them up and blessing them,

"And promising to bless thro' endless years.

O, Hampton, thou art the fulfilment of the angel's promise.

In all thy history past, and in

In the influence of thy sons and daughters—
Thou art the fulfilment of the angel's promise,

And through the visna of long years to come

We look by faith and see thee still

The bright fulfilment of the angel's promise.

BY SARA A. COLLINS.

## Some Hampton Verses.

### Alumni Reunion, 1893.

Song—Air, "Angel of Peace."

Dear Hampton we greet thee, thy children draw
near,

Thy sons and thy daughters return to thy fold;

Long years have we wrought that thy fruit may
appear.

The tribute we bring thee, thou dearer dost
hold

Than gems of the Orient, silver or gold.

But where is the welcome we hastened to
hear?

The strong arm is fallen, the warm breast is
cold—

Our General—our Father—why art thou not
here?

O Hampton, thy glory lies low in the grave,

In silence and sorrow thy children must bow;

He saved those who perished, himself could not
save—

But list—in our torn hearts, what voice rises
now?

"Not here, but arisen; lift up the sad brow.

This word he has left you 'Go free every
slave,

Grand army of Workers, God's strength
shall endow.

O children of Hampton, be tender and brave !"

Dear Hampton, we hear and we answer the call;—

Thy sons and thy daughters till life's latest
breath,

To work as he worked to uplift those who fall—
We follow him still when we do what he saith,

"Inspiration his life, consecration his death."

So healing divine on our bruised hearts shall
fall,

As a mother her sorrowing child comforteth

God stay with his Hampton.—God go with us
all!

H. W. Ludlow.

### Reunion Song, 1890.

Words, A. H. McNEIL, '77.

(Prepared for and sung at the Fifth Triennial Meeting
of Hampton graduates at Hampton Institute, May
23d, 1890).

### I.

Children of Hampton, we have come;

We've gathered again in Mater's halls.

We've come as in past days we have done,
Seeking strength within her walls.

From the land of cotton and the cane,

From the wigwam of the western plain,

We meet within her doors again,

True Hampton's sons and daughters,