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YALE ODE FOR COMMENCEMENT DAY By the shore she grew, and the ancient winds of the East

Made her brave and strong, and her beauteous youth increased

Till the winds of the West, from a wondrous land,

From the strand of the setting sun to the sea of her sunrise strand,

From fanes which her own dear hand hath planted in grove and mead and vale,

Breathe love from her countless sons of might to the Mother—breathe praise to Yale.

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Mother of Learning! thou whose torch

Starward uplifts, afar its light to bear,—

Thine own revere thee throned within thy porch,

Rayed with thy shining hair.

The youngest know thee still more young,—

The stateliest, statelier yet than prophet-bard hath sung.

O mighty Mother, proudly set

Beside the far-inreaching sea,

None shall the trophied Past forget

Or doubt thy splendor yet to be!

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