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  1. Asimov, a very accomplished versifier, here writes a variant on Thomas Moore’s 1808 poem:

    BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,
    Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
    Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
    Like fairy-gifts, fading away!
    Thou wouldst still be ador’d as this moment thou art,
    Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
    And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
    Would entwine itself verdantly still!

    It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
    And thy cheeks unprofan’d by a tear,
    That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
    To which time will but make thee more dear!
    Oh! the heart, that has truly lov’d, never forgets,
    But as truly loves on to the close;
    As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
    The same look which she turn’d when he rose!

    Asimov followed the example of 1946 James Montgomery’s “Irregular Song”, written in the mid-1940s:

    Believe me, if all those endearing old yarns
    Which we cherish so fondly today
    Were to vanish ‘neath Boscombe’s or Hurlstone’s dark tarns,
    Like fairy gifts fading away,
    There would still be those papers well guarded by Cox,
    Watson-data as yet unrevealed,
    And the records contained in that battered old box
    New Conanical treasure would yield.

    Oh dear Sherlock, to share thy adventures we long,
    As you crush London’s crime under heel,
    And we sing in thy praise an Irregular Song,
    Though it ne’er can express all we feel.
    Let grim warfare and pestilence rage as they can,
    You will still give long hours of joy
    To the boy who, adoring, is now half a man –
    Or the man who is yet half a boy.

    Moore’s poem became famous when set to a traditional Irish tune, and Montgomery applied his fine tenor voice to singing his own words to that same tune. I’m not aware that Isaac Asimov regaled the BSI with a musical rendition of “Those Endearing Old Charms” – but I wouldn’t put it past him.

  2. The tune is also that of Harvard’s anthem, Fair Harvard

    Fair Harvard! we join in thy Jubilee throng,
    And with blessings surrender thee o’er
    By these Festival-rites, from the Age that is past,
    To the Age that is waiting before.
    O Relic and Type of our ancestors’ worth,
    That hast long kept their memory warm,
    First flow’r of their wilderness! Star of their night!
    Calm rising thro’ change and thro’ storm.

    Farewell! be thy destinies onward and bright!
    To thy children the lesson still give,
    With freedom to think, and with patience to bear,
    And for Right ever bravely to live.
    Let not moss-covered Error moor thee at its side,
    As the world on Truth’s current glides by,
    Be the herald of Light, and the bearer of Love,
    Till the stock of the Puritans die.
    Samuel Gilman, Class of 1811

    Asimov did sing to the tune of O Danny Boy, as noted in the March, 1984 issue of the Baker Street Journal (Vol 34, #1, Page 7)

    by Isaac Asimov
    (Sung to the tune of “Danny Boy)

    0, Sherlock Holmes, the Baker Street Irregulars
    Are gathered here to honour you today,
    For in their hearts, you glitter like a thousand stars
    And like the stars, you’ll never pass away.
    This year that’s new, must tick away its months and die,
    For Father Time moves on remorselessly,
    But even he can’t tarnish, as he passes by,
    0, Sherlock Holmes, 0, Holmes, your immortality.

    0, Sherlock Holmes, the world is filled with evil still
    And Moriarty rages everywhere.
    The terror waits to strike and by the billions kill.
    The mushroom cloud is more than we can bear.
    But still there’s hope in what you’ve come to symbolise,
    In that great principle you’ve made us see.
    We may yet live if only we can improvise,
    0, Sherlock Holmes, 0, Holmes, your rationality.

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