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Fair Harvard.

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;

O Relic and Type of our ancestors' worth,

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That hast long kept their memory warm I

First flow'r 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 blessed, through their tears,-

Then wert thou our parent, -the nurse of our souls,-

We were moulded to manhood by thee,

Till freighted with treasure-thoughts, friendships, and hopes,

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