Classic Poem

(A Song.)

We have grown a tree of knowledge, " Worthy Claflin " is the name,
It is rooted down in Orangeburg to foster wisdom's claim;
We have souls among its branches, rising up to deeds of fame —
The tree is growing on.

Chorus.

We will shout, hurrah for Claflin!
Gayly shout, hurrah for Claflin!
We will shout, hurrah for Claflin!
The tree is growing on.

In the faculty and teachers we have dressers of the tree,
In the soil they find in student life they labor faithfully;
While the president in kindness all the work will oversee —
The tree is growing on.

Winter spends in preparation gaining strength — the proper thing —
Growing each and ev'ry season, always blooming in the spring,
Bearing forth its fruit in summer while the falls the harvest bring —
The tree is growing on.

'Tis the day we call commencement makes the tree of knowledge bloom,
Graduates a class of students, thus for others making room.
As their spring of life is given, noble things the sight will loom —
The class is moving on.

Graduates begin their summer, active life the same we call,
The results that come from labor always brings to them the fall;
For in life will come a season only once, 'tis then for all —
The time is passing on.

As a Christian tree of knowledge, spreading branches all around,
With a change for good in people wheresoe'er the shade is found,
Evil dies within its presence while its righteousness abound —
The tree is growing on.