Composed by Thomas Dunhill
Give you greeting, O my daughters,
you whose race is just begun,
You with eyes that shine like morning,
you shall well and truly run,
You are mine to shape and fashion,
you are mine to love and tend,
You are mine to give you courage,
that you come to glorious end.
You shall go forth, O my daughters,
Not through life to be defeated,
holding on, still undismayed,
And the victory shall leave you,
all the gentler that it’s won,
and the long day’s work shall find you
all the stronger, that it’s done.
You shall carry still in memory,
all the happy hours I gave,
You shall walk with eyes of pity,
you shall stretch out hands to save,
For the love your mother bore you,
you shall serve nor count the cost,
you shall judge no man unjustly,
you shall deem no causes lost.
I have shown to you the vision,
I have lit for you the flame,
You are mine that loved and taught you,
you shall live to praise my name,
Till, my daughters, I salute you,
as you face the westering sun,
Like a trumpet after battle,
rings the farewell call,
rings the farewell call, “Well done”.