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The Class Ode for 1968

(This ode, and the preface to it, were written by Arthur Lipkin '68.)

As they step through your dignified gate.

Wise prophets to whom they appeal for a word

Are silenced by bullets and hate.

The nation that greets us is tortured and sick

And mouths inarticulate cures.

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We pray for the spirit to cope with a world

Where so very little assures.

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