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Excerpt from Haileybury Verses
While yet from far we hear the sullen waves
That beat along the weary shores of life,
And still the murmur of the coming strife
Is but a sound for us, we that still be
Within the precincts of thine old grey walls,
O Haileybury, give thee heartfelt thanks;
Thanks for the manhood thou hast striven to raise,
Thanks for the word, perchance in other days
To blossom into deed; and when, as men,
Mayhap grown grey of years, we come again
And wander through the playing fields once more,
And hear the boyish laughter as of yore,
Or turn aside with eyes and heart half-sad
That such sweet idle hours are done for us;
And enter where the shadowed dome of prayer
Stands golden-crossed aloft in sunny air,
Then shall grey-headed manhood kneel and pray
That, 'ere the peril of his future way,
Each lad may learn to choose the noblest goal,
And grave thy "Sursum Corda" on his soul.
Merlin.
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