A gem of a little poem that I stumbled upon by E.B. White '21: Apparently it is the first stanza of a larger piece entitled "Incident on a Campus." If anybody has the full text they can post, it would be greatly appreciated.Returning to the college town
And sitting in the room,
I saw the neatly folded hills,
I heard the blessing of the bells;
And looking south and west
Watching the light that crowned the hills,
I waited to be blessed."