Anthem Poem by Ross Maclennan

Oh, what a proud world!

Watch with awe, the skill with which we carve our pride
Upon the hearts of those whose passion's not yet burned:
So that no spark may take and blaze and ride
These, clipped as Samson, gouged into the night.

Look back. You'll find that honour guides our course.
Strong winds of centuries bow every saplings head,
Without surcease, that time may see
the same direction evident in every tree.

Marvel how tight we dare to bind the root;
Sincere the lash and rod, that guide the shoot,
Nurtured and finely fed upon
The stuff of righteousness and right.

And you; dear, young, trusting, guiltless, guileless,
Budded yet unblossomed Wards.
For this honour you will pay,
And Pay
And Pay.

For silken cords...