Harvard-Radcliffe Class of 1964 |
Male: |
In me you see no immature or callow youth, Who flits from bud to bud in search of shallow truth. I come to you with wisdom in each wisdom tooth, ...A little gentler,...a little wiser,...a little tired, ...but yours! |
Female: |
What boyish grin on jutting chin could ere replace Those tiny lines of character that make a face, That look about a gentleman who's run the race? |
Male: |
...A little gentler,...a little wiser,...a little tired, ...but yours! |
Female: | So you come now, my hero of heroes... |
Male: |
After taking a few small detours... ...A little gentler,...a little wiser,...a little tired, ...but yours! |
Both: |
...A little gentler,...a little wiser,...a little tired, ...but yours! |
Female: |
And would you climb a mountain, if I asked you to? That seems to be the thing that lovers love to do! |
Male: |
I'll climb the highest mountain — and come back to you: ...a little winded,...a little wobbly,...a little woozy, ...but yours! |
Female: |
They say to guarantee the bride a life of fun You sweep her 'cross the threshold: that's the way it's done. |
Male: |
I'll sweep you 'cross a threshold, if you'll find me one ...a little wider,...a little lower,... a little safer, ...but yours! |
Female: | Would you go out and slay me a dragon? |
He: |
Yes, indeed, if that dragon can be ...a little sissy,...a little frightened...a little shaky: ...like me! |
both: |
...A little gentler,...a little wiser,...a little tired, ...but yours! |