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From the House Bible of Kappa Alpha Theta
- Woe unto thee, thou proud one,
- Belshazar's spirit is thine;
- Thou would'st not look on the lowly,
- Thou puttest thyself on a shrine.
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- So I prithee come down off thy "high
horse",
- Be human fair vestals of pride,
- For on altars of brambles and
brickpiles.
- Me thinks haughty queens must have
died.
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- In hallways of learning, on highways
- Thy ice stare turneth all bleak;
- Heed thou the words of the prophets,
- "Blest be he whose spirit is meek".
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- So lower the chins foolish queens,
- Haughtiness preceedith a fall,
- And destruction reigns in the spirit
- O'er which excess pride throws a pall.
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- So do not barter thy birthright,
- The right. to make friends and be nice;
- In lieu of a mesh of such rubbish,
- For thy pride both turned to a vice.
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