<DL><DD>Fair Harvard! we join in thy Jubilee throng,</DD><DD>And with blessings surrender thee o'er</DD><DD>By these festival rites, from the age that is past,</DD><DD>To the age that is waiting before.</DD><DD>O relic and type of our ancestors' worth</DD><DD>That hast long kept their memory warm,</DD><DD>First flow'r of their wilderness! Star of their night!</DD><DD>Calm rising thro' change and thro' storm.</DD></DL><DL><DD>To thy bow'rs we were led in the bloom of our youth,</DD><DD>From the home of our infantile years,</DD><DD>When our fathers had warn'd, and our mothers had pray'd,</DD><DD>And our sisters had blest thro' their tears.</DD><DD>Thou then wert our parent, the nurse of our soul;</DD><DD>We were molded to manhood by thee,</DD><DD>Till freighted with treasure thoughts, friendships and hopes,</DD><DD>Thou didst launch us on Destiny's sea.</DD></DL><DL><DD>When as pilgrims we come to revisit thy halls,</DD><DD>To what kindlings the season gives birth!</DD><DD>Thy shades are more soothing, thy sunlight more dear,</DD><DD>Than descend on less privileged earth.</DD><DD>For the good and the great, in their beautiful prime,</DD><DD>Thro' thy precincts have musingly trod,</DD><DD>As they girded their spirits or deepen'd the streams</DD><DD>That make glad the fair city of God.</DD></DL><DL><DD>Farewell! be thy destinies onward and bright!</DD><DD>To thy children the lesson still give,</DD><DD>With freedom to think, and with patience to bear,</DD><DD>And for right ever bravely to live.,</DD><DD>Let not moss-covered error moor thee at its side,</DD><DD>As the world on truth's current glides by</DD><DD>Be the herald of light, and the bearer of love,</DD><DD>Till the stock of the Puritans die.</DD></DL>
