Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving with Other Ballads and Poems by Horatio Alger
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page 63 of 70 (90%)
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Its prizes seem easy to win,--
We are strong in our faith, we are bold in our might, And we long for the race to begin. Though dimmed are our hopes, and our visions are fled, Our dreams were but dreams, it is true; Dust-stained from the contest we gather to-night, The sweet dreams of youth to renew. Enough for to-morrow the cares it shall bring, We are boys, we are brothers, to-night; And our hearts, warm with love, Alma Mater, to thee, Shall in loyal devotion unite. II. (Feb. 11, 1870.) As we meet in thy name, Alma Mater, to-night, All our hearts and our hopes are as one, And love for the mother that nurtured his youth Beats high in the breast of each son. The sweet chords of Memory bridge o'er the Past, The years fade away like a dream, By the banks of Cephissus, beneath the green trees, We tread thy fair walks, Academe. The heights of Hymettus that bound the near view |
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