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was followed by congratulations of friends and special 

 students. It was for this occasion that his colleague and 

 friend, Longfellow, composed the following verses : 



THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ. 



It was fifty years ago. 



In the pleasant month of May, 

 In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, 



A child in its cradle lay. 



And Nature, the old nurse, took 



The child upon her knee, 

 Saying : u Here is a story-book 



Thy Father has written for thee. 



'* Come wander with me," she said, 



' Into regions yet untrod ; 

 And read what is still unread 



In the manuscripts of God/ 1 



And he wandered away and away 



With Nature, the dear old nurse, 

 Who sang to him night and day 



The rhymes of the universe. 



And whenever the way seemed long. 



Or his heart began to fail, 

 She would sing a more wonderful song, 



Or tell a more marvellous tale. 



So she keeps him still a child, 



And will not let him go. 

 Though at times his heart beats wild 



For the beautiful Pays de Vaud, 



Though at times he hears in his dreams 



The Ranz des Vaches of old, 

 And the rush of mountain streams 



From glaciers clear and cold ; 



