Cambridge sketches
Estelle M. H. Merrill, Ed.

Newtowne.

Newtowne! The fathers, centuries agone,
Thus called our Cambridge; and 'tis new to-day
In blossoms, buds and birds, and ah, has grown

To us, the aged, in another way
More sadly new! “The old familiar faces”

Of poet and philosopher and saint,
We see no more in their accustomed places,--

But memories now, with years to wax more faint.-
Yet, though they go to God, still at our side

Their ways are unforsaken. Up and down,
Of fresh young manhood, surges through a tide

To carry on the honours of the town.
To you we look, to keep it ever new
In fame of noblest deeds that men can do.