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A School Song

A School Song

“Let us now praise famous men”
Men of little showing
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Broad and deep continues,
Greater then their knowing!

Western wind and open surge
Took us from our mothers
Flung us on a naked shore
(Twelve bleak houses by the shore.
Seven summers by the shore! )
‘Mid two hundred brothers.

There we met with famous men
Set in office o’er us;
And they beat on us with rods
Faithfully with many rods
Daily beat us on with rods,
For the love they bore us!

Out of Egypt unto Troy
Over Himalaya
Far and sure our bands have gone
Hy-Brazil or Babylon,
Islands of the Southern Run,
And Cities of Cathaia!

And we all praise famous men
Ancients of the College;
For they taught us common sense
Tried to teach us common sense
Truth and God’s Own Common Sense,
Which is more than knowledge!

Each degree of Latitude
Strung about Creation
Seeth one or more of us
(Of one muster each of us),
Diligent in that he does,
Keen in his vocation.

This we learned from famous men,
Knowing not its uses,
When they showed, in daily work
Man must finish off his work
Right or wrong, his daily work
And without excuses.

Servant of the Staff and chain,
Mine and fuse and grapnel
Some, before the face of Kings,
Stand before the face of Kings;
Bearing gifts to divers Kings
Gifts of case and shrapnel.

This we learned from famous men
Teaching in our borders,
Who declared it was best,
Safest, easiest, and best
Expeditious, wise, and best
To obey your orders.

Some beneath the further stars
Bear the greater burden:
Set to serve the lands they rule,
(Save he serve no man may rule ),
Serve and love the lands they rule;
Seeking praise nor guerdon.

This we learned from famous men,
Knowing not we learned it.
Only, as the years went by
Lonely, as the years went by
Far from help as years went by,
Plainer we discerned it.

Wherefore praise we famous men
From whose bays we borrow
They that put aside To-day
All the joys of their To-day
And with toil of their To-day
Bought for us To-morrow!

Bless and praise we famous men
Men of little showing
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Broad and deep continueth,
Great beyond their knowing!



Poem A School Song - Rudyard Kipling