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An Ode to the Classics Faculty
by Mel Triay
Sing for me, O Muse, of those sagacious men and women
Who, having set foot upon the broad plains of South Bend
Ended their circuitous wanderings in the quest for higher education.
Many trials did they endure, and many bloody battles,
Many dear companions fell beside them in the quest for a Ph.D.
But, with trials such as these drawn to a timely end,
And with scars set deep in body and mind,
They have raised anew a citadel to aegis-bearing Zeus
Fortified by spear and sword, instruments of sullen Ares,
And a name derived from God himself- the Notre Dame Classics Department!
Disclose to me, fair goddess, the daring feats of their leaders,
How wily Bradley wields his tomes of power and commands his subjects,
How fleet-footed Krostenko with potent speech bewitches the masses with ancient yore,
How bronze-clad Mazurek has challenged the exalted ones,
Pursuing diligently the arts of war.
At long last, speak of those brave souls who, steadfast in mind,
Endeavor to follow the heavy charges of their leaders.
With minds tempered by hardship and toil do they wander the hallowed halls of Decio,
Ever struggling for a name that might sail the high-rising ether.
Sing, Muse, and may your heavenly chant echo across the generations....