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 | The complete poetical works of Oliver Wendell Holmes |  |
What were the glory of these festal days
Shorn of their grand illumination's blaze?
Night comes at last with all her starry train
To find a light in every glittering pane.
From “Harvard's” windows see the sudden flash,—
Old “Massachusetts” glares through every sash;
From wall to wall the kindling splendors run
Till all is glorious as the noonday sun.
Shorn of their grand illumination's blaze?
Night comes at last with all her starry train
To find a light in every glittering pane.
From “Harvard's” windows see the sudden flash,—
Old “Massachusetts” glares through every sash;
From wall to wall the kindling splendors run
Till all is glorious as the noonday sun.
| The complete poetical works of Oliver Wendell Holmes | |