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The Parting Song - Festival Of The Alumni, 1857

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

The noon of summer sheds its ray     On Harvard's holy ground;     The Matron calls, the sons obey,     And gather smiling round.     CHORUS.     Then old and young together stand,     The sunshine and the snow,     As heart to heart, and hand in hand,     We sing before we go!     Her hundred opening doors have swung     Through every storied hall     The pealing echoes loud have rung,     "Thrice welcome one and all!"     Then old and young, etc.     We floated through her peaceful bay,     To sail life's stormy seas     But left our anchor where it lay     Beneath her green old trees.     Then old and young, etc.     As now we lift its lengthening chain,     That held us fast of old,     The rusted rings grow bright again, -     Their iron turns to gold.     Then old and young, etc.     Though scattered ere the setting sun,     As leaves when wild winds blow,     Our home is here, our hearts are one,     Till Charles forgets to flow.     Then old and young, etc.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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