MIT Class of 1956!
Here you will find information about the class, its philanthropy and leadership, plus helpful links to more information about reunions or annual giving.
BUT WHY, YOU ASK ME, should this tale be told
To men grown old, or who are growing old?
It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Cato learned Greek at eighty;
Sophocles wrote his grand Oedipus, and Simonedes
Bore off the prize from his compeers,
When each had numbered more than four score years.
And Theophrates, at four score and ten
Had but begun his Characters of Men.
Chaucer at Woodstock with the nightingales,
At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;
Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,
Completed Faust when eighty years were past.
These are indeed exceptions, but they show
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow
Into the arctic regions of our lives
Where little else than life itself survives.
Henry Wadsworth Longellow
Poem written for the Fiftieth Anniversary, Class of 1825 at Bowdoin College