ODE. - 1875.

FAIR child of the high aspirations elate

In the breasts of the Puritan band,

Proud nurse of the heroes who fashioned a state,

And the minds that bear rule in the land;

With the memories clad of the great and the good,

With the fame of thy sons girded round,

Forget not thy youngest who throng where they stood,

Our brothers whom glory hath crowned.

We follow them forth in the struggle to win

Fresh honor for thee. For thy name

And thine impress are on us, thy spirit within,

And thine is our work and our fame.

As we turn to go from thee we give thee a song,

But our heart is oppressed with a sigh, -

O our friend in life's morning, fair Harvard, our love,

Our dear foster-mother, good by!