by Samuel Gilman (1836, revised 1997)
The first and fourth verses
Fair Harvard! We join in thy jubilee throng,
And with blessings surrender the o'er,
By these festival rites, fromthe age that is past
To the age that is waiting before.
O relic and type of our ancestors' worth,
That has long kept their memory warm,
First flower of the wilderness! star of their night!
Calm rising through change and through storm.
Farewell! be thy 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 move thee at its side,
As the world on truth's current glides by,
Be the herald of light, and the bearer of love,
Till the stock of the Puritans die.
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