Capitolo 29
Dust- by the dispute we gather to-night,
The sweet dreams of youth to renew.
Enough for to-tomorrow the cares it will bring,
We am boys, we am brothers to-night,;
And our hearts, heat with love, Alma Mater, to thee,
In faithful devotion unites.
II.
(Feb. 11, 1870.)
As we meet there in thy you call, Alma Mater, to-night,
All of our hearts and our hopes are as one,
And it loves for his/her mother that has raised his/her youth
Pulsations stop in the breast of every child.
The sweet ropes of o'er of bridge of Memory the Past,
The years are grown weak as a dream,
Banks give of Cephissus, under of the green trees,
We tread thy walked equitable Academe.
The heights of Hymettus that you/he/she has limited the near sight
Fills the air with an odor as dessert
As the beautiful clusters of grape of grape sun-dyed
From the vineyards that they lie to our feet.
Kingdom of Or of spell Or Marvelous earth,
Where the of the hold opposite tall with men,
Once more goes out of the twilight of centuries trails,
It is alive again in our desire.
I/you/he/she allow us to drink to the Past as our glasses that we lift,
You leave that eye speaks to look, heart heart,
Makes the obligations of bond of sweet friendship each to each,
Of times that he/she is first we divide.
And you, Alma Mater, grown more correctly with age,
I/you/he/she allow us to play again the benediction that is fallen
From thy maternal lips, as we witnessed side of thy,
And you the bad'st us the God-speed and Goodbye.
III.
(Feb. 21, 1872.)
Equitable Harvard, the months have brought defeasible their circle
And a stands of year full-surrounded and they complete,
Since last to thy you quote, with deferential hearts,
The children of Thy sat afoot here of thy.
Since last in presence of thy, grown young once more,
We drank to the past and his/her joys,
Shaking away each care that has encumbered our years,
It is dreamed that again we was boys.
To-night once more in presence of thy we meet
In the freshness and throw of water in the spring of the life;
We wait but thy blessing, we ask but smiled of thy,