Where the gray colts and the ten-year-old fillies, Saturday's triumph and joy? Gone like our friend módas wxus Achilles, Die-away dreams of ecstatic emotion, Yet, though the ebbing of Time's mighty river Let him roll smooth in his current for ever, A SONG FOR THE CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION OF HARVARD COLLEGE, 1836. WHEN the Puritans came over, Our hills and swamps to clear, The crows came cawing through the air The rattlesnakes were bigger round Than the butt of the old ram's horn The deacon blew at meeting time On But soon they knocked the wigwams down, And pine-tree trunk and limb Began to sprout among the leaves In shape of steeples slim ; And out the little wharves were stretcned Along the ocean's rim, And up the little schoolhouse shot To keep the boys in trim. And, when at length the College rose, At The sachem cocked his eye every tutor's meagre ribs Whose coat-tails whistled by; But, when the Greek and Hebrew words Came tumbling from their jaws, The copper-colored children all Kan screaming to the squaws. And who was on the Catalogue Two nephews of the President, And the Professor's son, (They turned a little Indian by, As brown as any bun ;) Lord! how the seniors knocked about The freshman class of one! They had not then the dainty things That commons now afford, But succotash and homony Were smoking on the board; They did not rattle round in gigs, Or dash in long-tail blues, But always on Commencement days The tutors blacked their shoes. God bless the ancient Puritans! Their lot was hard enough; But honest hearts make iron arms, And tender maids are tough; So love and faith have formed and fed Our true-born Yankee stuff, And keep the kernel in the shell The British found so rough! TERPSICHORE.* In narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse, SHORT is the space that gods and men can spare As Homer's heroes did their purple wine; *Read at the Annual Dinner of the . B. K. Society, at Cambridge, August 24, 1843. + The Annual Poem is always delivered in the neighbouring church. |