O! Middle-aged Soul, tell me your romance
with the inspiring Muses in this recluse garden.
How spiritedly and creatively you together dance
till the end of the world a fortitude harden.
In your residence keeps a museum--a treasure
for an everlasting biological and social diversity.
The spectacle of this cosmos is beyond measure,
though located in the margin of this university.
With seasons you have orchestrated the glory
of humanities--for more than four decades.
Each note commemorates the eternal history
and echoes around your academic colonnades.
Forty something you are, never will you quit:
excelsior--just the goal you yourself commit!
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