And spotless name, shall Sires and Sons to praise unite.
We will bid farewell for the present to Spenser, for after all, the intricacies of his stanza are least of all adapted to the mere translator. We will now take the common ten syllable verse, and endeavor to give as accurate a line-for-line and word-for-word translation, as is consistent with the measure.
Behold the man whose deeds illustrious claim
Through Earth’s extremest bounds the meed of fame;
His Indian wealth o’er swelling seas he bore,
Then freely shared it, from this Western shore
To drive the clouds of Ignorance away,
As flies the night at Phœbus’ dawning ray.
Let Sires and Sons, till gratitude shall fail,
Together sing the praise and name of Yale.