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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.