30.07.2007, 10:20
Harvard Voices
I heard a poet here once speak in praise
Of men who opened up horizons new,
That filled his mind with fresher points of view,
And happy dreams whose beauty ne'er decays,
But gilds the memories of Harvard days,
When James and Royce taught here, his teachers true,
Who walked these grounds one summer eve and threw
Some starry gleams of hope on life's dark maze.
Who found it good to leave closed rooms that night
And come out here where endless vistas rise;
Where faith in all things beautiful gives sight
To scan the darkest depths with fearless eyes,
If we are loyal to the highest light
That burns in us, responsive to the skies.
I heard a poet here once speak in praise
Of men who opened up horizons new,
That filled his mind with fresher points of view,
And happy dreams whose beauty ne'er decays,
But gilds the memories of Harvard days,
When James and Royce taught here, his teachers true,
Who walked these grounds one summer eve and threw
Some starry gleams of hope on life's dark maze.
Who found it good to leave closed rooms that night
And come out here where endless vistas rise;
Where faith in all things beautiful gives sight
To scan the darkest depths with fearless eyes,
If we are loyal to the highest light
That burns in us, responsive to the skies.