CHORUS. THE PARTING SONG. FESTIVAL OF THE ALUMNI, 1857. THE noon of summer sheds its ray Then old and young together stand, The sunshine and the snow, As heart to heart and hand in hand, Her hundred opening doors have swung; The pealing echoes loud have rung, "Thrice welcome one and all !" Then old and young, etc. We floated through her peaceful bay, To sail life's stormy seas; But left our anchor where it lay Beneath her green old trees. Then old and young, etc. As now we lift its lengthening chain, The rusted rings grow bright again, Then old and young, etc. Though scattered ere the setting sun, As leaves when wild winds blow, Our home is here, our hearts are one, Till Charles forgets to flow. Then old and young, etc. BOSTON COMMON.-THREE PICTURES. (FOR THE FAIR IN AID OF THE FUND TO PROCURE BALL'S STATUE OF WASHINGTON.) 1630. ALL overgrown with bush and fern, And straggling clumps of tangled trees, Lies wet and low the Shawmut plain. A bittern rises from the stream; Here comes old Shawmut's pioneer, 1774. THE streets are thronged with trampling feet, To frighten down the "rebel knaves." The click of steel, the tap of drum, Where grazed of late the harmless kine, The cannon's deepening ruts are seen, The war-horse stamps, the bayonets shine. The clouds are dark with crimson rain Above the murderous hirelings' den, And soon their whistling showers shall stain The pipe-clayed belts of Gage's men. 186..... AROUND the green, in morning light, The dome-crowned city spreads her rays; BOSTON COMMON. They span the waves, they belt the plains, Yon farthest hill-side bounds the sight. We sailed beneath the noontide's blue Or chased the moonlight's endless rings ! The Hero's, Patriot's image stands ; He led our sires who won them all! November 14, 1859. 155 |