On “’till the stock of the Puritans die”
attention-conservation notice: Taking poetry seriously. Wholehearted, uncynical, unapologetic Harvardiana.
Today's the first time that many of Harvard's graduands will hear the little-known final verse of "Fair Harvard". So it seems as good a time as any to muse on the administration's decision to change that verse's final lyric.
It would be pretty natural to be outraged at the prospect, but after trying to start that blog post and failing for a while, I realized that I'm actually in favor of the change.
"Fair Harvard", as far as almae matres go, is actually quite good. Here are a few others for comparison:
Notre Dame, our Mother tender, strong, and true, proudly in the heavens, gleams thy gold and blue. Glory’s mantle cloaks thee; golden is thy fame and our hearts forever praise thee Notre Dame.
MSU, we love thy shadows When twilight silence falls, glushing deep and softly paling o’er ivy covered halls; beneath the pines we'll gather to give our faith so true, sing our love