Fair Harvard! thy sons to thy jubilee throng,
And with blessings surrender thee o'er,
By these festival rites, from the age that is past,
To the age that is waiting before.
Oh relic and type of our ancestors' worth
That has long kept their memory warm.
First flow'r of their wilderness! star of their night,
Calm rising thro' change and thro' storm.
Farewell! be they destinies onward and bright!
To thy children the lesson still give--
With freedom to think, and with patience to bear,
And for right ever bravely to live.
Let not moss-covered error moor thee at its side,
As the world on truth's current glides by;