Though time's unceasing ebb and flow still seem

That pulses in your halls had depths profound,

Unfathomed as it moved through worldly ground,

And yet, beneath your Chapel's shadow, you

Sought inmost thoughts and found them ever true.

The seas have ceased their thrumming, and a voice Comes up in rhythmic pulse with tales of cheer;

Matured with warmth of thought, its tones rejoice The depth of friendships lasting and sincere.

Yet who upon this earth can apprehend Immortal thoughts when words are grains of sand

The mortal hour glass drops through its bend, Into a shallow grave at His command?

And who dares speak the love we have for you? Our voiceless minds can only feel the tie

Of Veritas that those Ten Thousand knew; We graduate, but that is not good-bye;

We part, yes, with a smile and not a sorrow For we shall meet again beyond tomorrow.

Beyond tomorrow? There the endless day

Inaugurates your reign. O Harvard, may

Eternal morning's sun shine on your name

And foster men as worthy of your fame.

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