Classic Poem

W ALLACE , be thou as Wallace brave,
As Wallace be thou good and great,
Loyal and noble, kind and grave;
Love all that's good, the evil hate.
As God gives spring her countless leaves,
Crowns summer with the fragrant rose,
Enriches autumn with her sheaves,

Keeps for the winter frosts and snows,
Even so thy spring be glad dear boy,
No blighting frost of care or pain,
Thy manhood crowned with purest joy.

Choice be thy store of garnered grain;
Of winter days we must not dream;
Lo, golden crocus, snowdrop white,
Quickly upspring where sun's warm beam
Upon the earth pours silvery light;
How bright the promise, and how blest!
Oh! may it to fruition rise,
Until, earth's birthdays o'er, thou'lt rest
Near to God's throne in Paradise!