Michigan Institute Song. (Ai«i "Lauriger Horatius."

Pat's Pick, page 28.) 1 Sharp

Land of the loyal Wolverine, Michigan, my Michigan! From waters blue, and forests green, Michigan, my Michigan! May all your children honor you, Peninsula so fair to view, And pioneers so grandly true, Michigan my Michigan! Prom Maumee bay to Keweenaw A richer land one never saw; Thy farms are famous world around, Rare woods are in thy forests found, Thy rocks in richest ores abound. Our fruit so luscious can't be beat. We've salt to keep the nation sweet, We've sixteen hundred miles of coast, And full five thousand lakes we boast, Two million people greet this toast. Though all these things so famous are, We've other things more famed by far; Schoolhouses thickly dot our land, State institutions free and grand, And churches, too, on every hand. We point with pride to records past, Pilled with great names from first to last; Marquette, Lasalle and Cadillac, Pierce, Houghton, Barry, Cass and "Zach,1 Blair's boys in blue, who ne'er looked back.