Down through the night your light house rleam, Hhine.s on the wave oí' Huron's streain ; Up from the depths it gleams, beluw Tüose hiJls, with cresta of green or snow. Night o'er the busy town ! and night Veiling each college wall (rom sight, Where trie j ears repeat i he story old, In the studunl's liie forever üild. In fancy I toe, thotigh so far away, The suene I loved best at close of day, While the weeks and months of exile wane Till my Prairie State is my home again. Still from your height gleams y.iur light afar, Polnting its ket-ii vislOD toward planel and star, And iis (iiarüan (ienim S'ill scans the plaiu Where sweeps the comet's resplendant train. In the years to cnme, I s-hall still look out, In watih.asthe hills about Grow grey in the iwilight, and like a dream Shiues up your Hght from Huron's streatn.