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Haileybury College Jubilee
Texite virtutis, suboles mea, texite telam.
She stood beside the loom of Life, and said,
“Weave, O my children!” and they wove her there
A battle-banner, shaping it four-square
With many a dark and many a flashing thread
Drawn from the spools of Time: the shuttle sped,
Blending brave effort, hearts that soared in prayer,
Faith, failure, triumph, courage in despair,
As still hands living caught it from hands dead.
“Weave, O my children!” and they wove her there
A battle-banner, shaping it four-square
With many a dark and many a flashing thread
Drawn from the spools of Time: the shuttle sped,
Blending brave effort, hearts that soared in prayer,
Faith, failure, triumph, courage in despair,
As still hands living caught it from hands dead.
So travailed they while fifty years went by,
Till worthy worship was the thing they wove,
And perfumed o'er with lavender of love.
And now, “O Mother mine, and mine,” they cry—
For the web frays not, and the colours hold—
“Thy glorious ensign to the winds unfold!”
Till worthy worship was the thing they wove,
And perfumed o'er with lavender of love.
And now, “O Mother mine, and mine,” they cry—
For the web frays not, and the colours hold—
“Thy glorious ensign to the winds unfold!”
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