O thou, who taught us first to see
Truth, courage and nobility
Accept the thanks of all your sons
The valiant living, the gallant dead,
Whom once thy guiding hand hath led
O’er footprints of the Holy Ones.
When men may sacrifice their all
For duty, God and our .mw-parser-output .wst-tooltip{cursor:help;border-bottom:thin dotted cornflowerblue}.mw-parser-output .wst-tooltip-nodash{border-bottom:none}ntaion,
Your sons shall answer to the call
And in the van take up their station.
Where men for Truth will fight and bleed
There in that glorious army’s lead
Your sons shall do and dare.
When Truth, triumphant in the fight
Holds high her ensign, pure and bright,
Your sons shall keep it there.
Oh Mother, may the mem’ry of your grace
Aid our faltering spirit to endure;
In life’s unceasing, Herculean race,
We will preserve your glorious
scutcheon pure.