Of all ye have suffered and done, is there aught that will live and be fruitful?
A plan that ye had reached our ears, a plan that was noble and worthy,
Yet it was destined to die, for the far-sighted ruler forbade it.
Do ye not therefore forget, for the far-sighted ruler is plotting
To give back the plan to your hands, doubled in reason and promise.
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Bide ye the time, for afar the once-honored city of Pallas,
Dear to all hearts for its past, home of the Goddess of Counsel,
Offers the needed occasion : remember, then, children of Harvard,
Of your labors and struggles and triumph, to provide a possession for ever.