S. GILMAN 1811
(words amended 1997)
- First Verse
- Fair Harvard! we join in thy jubilant 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.
- O Relic and type of our ancestors' worth,
- That hast long kept their memory warm,
- First flow'r of their wilderness! Star of their night!
- Calm rising through change and through storm.
- Second Verse
- 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 moor thee at its side,
- As the world on truth's current glides by,
- Be the herald of light, and the bearer of love,
- 'Til the stock of the Puritans die.