And avenging furies heard the prayer,
But an evil spirit heard it too
And straight to the Journal's devil flew,
And bade him write with his venomous pen
Another libel on Harvard men.
Meanwhile the Seniors marched along,
And hurled defiance with one more song:
"Know ye the street where the burly policeman
Is watching for prey every night at the time
When the innocent Soph. and the timid young Freshman
Walk home from the theatre, intent upon crime?
Know ye the street where the residents wake
At the sound of all songs that the silences break;
Where the voice of the Sophomore never is mute,
But squeaks like the cry of the suffering flute?
'T is the street they call Cambridge, - worst under the sun,
Where the worst of all deeds by the students are done;
But worst of all things that are found on this street
Is its rabid policeman when out on his 'beat.'"