Our mentor, who wast our teacher,
Rememberéd be thy face.
Thy studies here; thy wisdom there
In shadow as it was in morn.
Behind the Grand Hotel,
Beyond the Dome-Church bell,
Past the rune-stoned college,
Down the boot-stained cobbles,
Dusk led to etymology,
A plot for philology:
The botanical tree garden
Honoring Linné’s biology.
Exhale feeds birch, beech, pine, and vine,
Open-air orchids, greenhouse cactus,
Parabolic orchards, paradisaical fruit,
Leaf, trunk, and bloom in God’s Växthus.
The Branch that gave us this day
Our daily breath, deprives us of fear
As we release those who dread us,
And rescues us from death,
And brings us not into pollution.
For Lund is a kingdom,
And a tower, and a grove,
For ever, for Arthur, amen, again.
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