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ORDER OF EXERCISES
FOR
CLASS DAY,
AT
H A R VA R D C O L L E G E,
FRIDAY, JUNE 25,
1852.
I. MUSIC.
II. PRAYER. BY THE REV. JAMES WALKER, D. D.
III. ORATION. BY JAMES BRADLEY THAYER NORTHAMPTON.
IV. MUSIC.
V. POEM. BY WILLIAM CROSS WILLIAMSON, BELFAST, ME.
VI. ODE. BY HORATIO ALGER, MARLBOROUGH.
"Fair Harvard."
FAIR HARVARD ! the ties that have bound us so long
In childlike affection to thee,
Are severed at last, and as pilgrims we stand
On the shore of Life's perilous sea!
Yet ere we embark on its doubtful expanse,
A blessing from Heaven we implore
For thy motherly care which has guided our steps
In the paths that shall know us no more.
In childlike affection to thee,
Are severed at last, and as pilgrims we stand
On the shore of Life's perilous sea!
Yet ere we embark on its doubtful expanse,
A blessing from Heaven we implore
For thy motherly care which has guided our steps
In the paths that shall know us no more.
As we turn our last gaze on the time-honored courts
That have echoed our footsteps for years,
That have witnessed full many a scene in the Past
Which fond recollection endears,
A shadow of sadness we cannot dispel
O'er the prospect will silently steal,
And the sigh and the tear which unbidden escape
The heart's deep emotions reveal
That have echoed our footsteps for years,
That have witnessed full many a scene in the Past
Which fond recollection endears,
A shadow of sadness we cannot dispel
O'er the prospect will silently steal,
And the sigh and the tear which unbidden escape
The heart's deep emotions reveal
Once more, Alma Mater, our voices unite,
Hand in hand as we circle thy shrine,
And the song of our farewell we mournfully breathe
To the friends and the joys of Lang Syne
To these scenes of past pleasure we ne'er may return,
But, though guided by Destiny far,
Our hearts shall be gladdened, our pathway be cheered,
By the pale light of Memory's star.
Hand in hand as we circle thy shrine,
And the song of our farewell we mournfully breathe
To the friends and the joys of Lang Syne
To these scenes of past pleasure we ne'er may return,
But, though guided by Destiny far,
Our hearts shall be gladdened, our pathway be cheered,
By the pale light of Memory's star.
O, soft be the sunlight that warms this fair scene,
When the dream of our youth shall have flown,
When the counselling voice and the arm that sustained
Shall have left us to struggle alone.
May the wreath of fresh flowers which our hands have entwined
And lovingly placed on thy brow,
When the twilight of years darkly shadows our life,
Be as fresh and unfading as now.
When the dream of our youth shall have flown,
When the counselling voice and the arm that sustained
Shall have left us to struggle alone.
May the wreath of fresh flowers which our hands have entwined
And lovingly placed on thy brow,
When the twilight of years darkly shadows our life,
Be as fresh and unfading as now.
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