delay) On the doorstep of the Absolute.
Ode
For the Hour That Is Left Us Fair Harvard, with Thee
For the hour that is left us Fair Harvard, with thee, Ere we face the importunate years, In thy shadow we wait, while thy presence dispels Our vain hesitations and fears. And we turn as thy sons ever turn, in the strength Of the hopes that thy blessings bestow, From the hopes and ambitions that sprang at thy feet To the thoughts of the past as we go.
Yet for all of these years that to-morrow has lost We are still the less able to grieve, With so much that of Harvard we carry away In the place of the life that we leave. And only the years that efface and destroy Give us also the vision to see What we owe for the future, the present, and past, Fair Harvard, to thine and to thee.