MATER FORTISSIMA

MATER FORTISSIMA

PHI BETA KAPPA POEM, CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 25, 1903

AGAIN the song the fathers sang before us! The cheer that rings through voice and heart again!

The multitudinous triumphant chorus!

The mighty mother marshalling her men!

"Come-for behold the East and West are

merging;

The frozen Arctic greets the scorching Line; Come, like the waves on strong New England surging;

Come, for to-day the seas and skies are mine!"

And we, who own no queen on earth above her, We, who from boyhood know her sovereign

sway,

Her sons, her knights, and every knight her lover, Her minute-men- we hear her and obey.

A thousand more their loyal vows have plighted; A thousand more low at her feet have kneeled;

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And every man, upspringing newly knighted,
Hath lifted high God's truth upon his shield.

And she, who wears the wisdom of the ages,
She, who in everlasting youth abides,
She, who her sons, the heroes, martyrs, sages,
From youth to manhood and to glory guides, -

"Go forth," she cries, "from strength to strength forever;

Serve me by serving God and man,” she saith; "Steadfast, upright, of strong and high endeavor, Fear nothing, and be faithful unto death.”

For the message of the Master
Down the centuries has rolled;

And the Pilgrims heard the burning word

Like Evangelists of old;

In the cabin of the Mayflower,

When the northwind swept the seas,

In tongues of flame the message came

To the women on their knees;

To the fathers of New England,

To the bold men of the Bay,

Who lodged in the lair of the wolf and the bear,

And the red man fierce as they;