BHS-School Song

Tue

Jul

2008

We come and go; but the B.H.S. remains
Untouched by the ages blight.

In love and dignity she reigns,
Above our day and night

Beneath her sway the darkness flies,
And faith is born of fears-

Oh! she is throned in memories And beautified by years.

CHORUS

Come, let us honour her sons of today-

Sons who return again, sons growing grey-

One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray-

"Florat, Alma Mater, Alma Mater!"

With each new moment's tiny stir,
The sun does rise and sink

O'er men, whose hearts are bound to her
By many a living link,

They live and labour, near and far;
Alone, and in the throng-

But where so-e'er these brothers are They have one prayer and song.

CHORUS

Come. let us honour her sons of today-

Sons who return again, sons growing grey-

One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray-

"Florat, Alma Mater, Alma Mater!"

Oh, who can count all that we owe
To this great School of ours?

The noble dead, whose work survives,
Reminds us of our powers,

With praise for all who strive in truth,
And pride in all who rest,

We worship her, who kissed their youth And made their manhood blest.

CHORUS

Come. let us honour her sons of today-

Sons who return again, sons growing grey-

One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray-

"Florat, Alma Mater, Alma Mater!"

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