[Verse 1]
Sing no more the fair Aegean
Where the floating Cyclads shine,
Nor the honeyed slopes Hyblaean,
Nor the blue Sicilian brine,
Sing no storied realms of morning,
Robed in twilight memories:
Sing the land befond a dorning
With her zone of inland seas.
[Verse 2]
Lo, the sacred fires of knowledge
In thy temple are enshrined.
Through the cloisters of thy college,
Chouses eternal wind!
And all other incense scorning,
Michigan we bring the these:
Hearts of ours, and songs of dawning,
Goddess of the inland seas.
Sing no more the fair Aegean
Where the floating Cyclads shine,
Nor the honeyed slopes Hyblaean,
Nor the blue Sicilian brine,
Sing no storied realms of morning,
Robed in twilight memories:
Sing the land befond a dorning
With her zone of inland seas.
[Verse 2]
Lo, the sacred fires of knowledge
In thy temple are enshrined.
Through the cloisters of thy college,
Chouses eternal wind!
And all other incense scorning,
Michigan we bring the these:
Hearts of ours, and songs of dawning,
Goddess of the inland seas.
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