UNIV. OF

VINNOJIVO

FAIR HARVARD!

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AIR 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.

O relic and type of our ancestors' worth,

That has long kept their memory warm,

First flower of their wilderness, star of their night,
Calm rising through change and through storm.

To thy bowers we were led, in the bloom of our youth,
From the home of our infantile years,

When our fathers had warned, and our mothers had

prayed,

And our sisters had blest through their tears.

Thou then wert our parent, the nurse of our souls;

We were moulded to manhood by thee;

Till, freighted with treasure-thoughts, friendships, and

hopes,

Thou didst launch us on Destiny's sea.

NO VINU

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LAURIGER HORATIUS.

When, as pilgrims, we come to revisit thy halls,

To what kindlings the season gives birth! Thy shades are more soothing, thy sunlight more dear, Than descend on less privileged earth;

For the good and the great, in their beautiful prime, Through thy precincts have musingly trod,

As they girded their spirits, or deepened the streams That make glad the fair city of God.

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,
Till the stock of the Puritans die.

LAURIGER HORATIUS.

AURIGER Horatius,

Quam dixisti verum,

Fugit Euro citius,

Tempus edax rerum.

Chorus. Ubi sunt, O, pocula,

Dulciora melle,

Rixæ, pax et oscula

Rubentis puellæ.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:

But, might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a roseate wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that there

It could not withered be.

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GAUDEAMUS.

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

And sent'st it back to me;

Since when, it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

GAUDEAMUS.

AUDEAMUS igitur,

Juvenes dum sumus;
Post jucundam juventutem,
Post molestam senectutem,

Nos habebit humus.

Ubi sunt, qui ante nos

In mundo fuere?
Transeas ad superos,
Abeas ad inferos,

Quos si vis videre.

Vita nostra brevis est,

Brevi finietur,

Venit mors velociter,

Rapit nos atrociter,

Nemini parcetur.

Vivat academia,

Vivant professores,

Vivat membrum quodlibet,

Vivant membra quælibet,

Semper sint in flore.