On Justice's floor to watch thee build with blocks.
Great was thy skill with walls and dungeon locks,
And with the trap, down which poor Freedom dropped
To be steel-masked, or, else, put in the stocks,
To writhe, then, with his tongue and ears, both lopped.
A SPECK, BUT NOT A STAIN, HARVARD
O Harvard of the Norton wreath of gold
And pearled, Longfellow purple! wherefore frown?