Thou didst launch us on Destiny's sea.
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:
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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 I 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;
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