IT was the greatest game that year that mortal ever saw, The Stadium shook and trembled with the ringing @3Wah-Who-Wah@1, As down the field the Dartmouth team in fierceness fought its way And christened Harvard's Stadium on that immortal day. They christened it with emerald — deep hues of Irish sheen, Till over all of Cambridge town the gloom was tinted green, And though old Harvard's valiant hosts have long since flaunted red, That coat of green will stay right there till football days are dead. It was our giant fighting team, the best of all the years, Our iron-hearted infantry, the big green Grenadiers, Great Witham, Knibbs, and Gilman, and a dozen splendid men, — Oh, when shall Eleazar's sons behold their like again? Gone is the day of weight and strength, and the clockwork-like machine, Now light, fleet-footed lads uphold the honor of the Green, But change nor time shall not wipe out that mighty memory, The celebrated christening in famous oughty-three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD |