(For my School--without permission)
Grant us, O Lord, to do the thing
Clean men and boys have always done;
These works to do, these songs to sing,
The gallant road to run.
Grant us, O Lord, that we go straight
Along the path where shines the sun;
These things to love, these things to hate,
The gallant road to run.
Grant us, O Lord, to win the fight
That all the cleanly hearts have won,
Having sure feet, even at night
The gallant road to run.
Grant us, O Lord, when Death enfold,
That we take Death as half in fun;
Like men and boys that knew of old
The gallant road to run.
1915