Mountains

We greet them with a song.

From the Williams Web page:

THE MOUNTAINS

O, proudly rise the monarchs of our mountain land,

With their kingly forest robes, to the sky,

Where Alma Mater dwelleth with the chosen band,

And the peaceful river floweth gently by.

CHORUS

The mountains! the mountains! we greet them with a song,

Whose echoes rebounding their woodland heights along,

Shall mingle with anthems that winds and fountains sing.

'til hill and valley gaily, gaily ring.

Beneath their peaceful shadows may old Williams stand,

'til suns and mountains nevermore shall be,

The glory and the honor of our mountain land,

And the dwelling of the gallant and the free.

This was written by Washington Gladden, Williams class of 1859.