CHANGELESS in beauty, rose-hues on her cheek, <br />Old walls, old trees, old memories all around <br />Lend her unfading youth their charm antique <br />And fill with mystic light her holy ground. <br />Here the lost dove her leaf of promise found <br />While the new morning showed its blushing streak <br />Far o'er the waters she had crossed to seek <br />The bleak, wild shore in billowy forests drowned. <br />Mother of scholars ! on thy rising throne <br />Thine elder sisters look benignant clown; <br />England's proud twins, and they whose cloisters own <br />The fame of Abelard, the scarlet gown <br />That laughing Kabelais wore, not yet outgrown <br />And on thy forehead place the New World's crown.<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvard/
