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The Best School of All -- Sir Henry Newbolt

Guest poem sent in by Mallika Chellappa , as a
followup to the recent school poems:
(Poem #1232) The Best School of All
 It's good to see the school we knew,
     the land of youth and dream.
 To greet again the rule we knew,
     before we took the stream.
 Though long we've missed the sight of her,
     Out hearts may not forget:
 We've lost the old delight of her,
     We keep her honour yet.

   Chorus:
   We'll honour yet the school we knew
       The best school of all
   We'll honour yet the rule we knew
       Till the last bell call
   For working days or holidays
       And glad or melancholy days
   They were great days and jolly days
       At the best school of all

 The stars and sounding vanities
     That half the crowd bewitch.
 What are they but inanities
     To him that treads the pitch?
 And where's the welth I'm wondering,
     Could buy the cheers that roll
 When the last charge goes thundering
     Towards the twilight goal?

 Then men that tanned the hide of us,
     Our daily foes and friends,
 They shall not lose their pride of us,
     However the journey ends.
 Their voice to us who sing of it,
     No more its message bears,
 But the round world shall ring of it,
     And all we are be theirs.

 To speak of fame a venture is,
     There's little here can bide,
 But we may face the centuries,
     And dare the deepending tide;
 for though the dust that's part of us,
     To dust again be gone,
 Yet here shall beat the heart of us,
     The school we handed on!

   We'll honour yet the school we knew
       The best school of all
   We'll honour yet the rule we knew
       Till the last bell call
   For working days or holidays
       And glad or melancholy days
   They were great days and jolly days
       At the best school of all
-- Sir Henry Newbolt
We memorized this one in school, although the poem wasn't in our text. Our
teacher, Miss Dias, wrote it out on the blackboard.  I've always loved the
strong rhythm of Henry Newbolt and Alfred Noyes - the best balladeers
around. Have you run "Drake's Drum" yet? [Not yet - martin]

Although this poem is written for English men, it really doesn't matter, the
nostalgia it evokes works for everybody.

Mallika

14 comments: ( or Leave a comment )

Suresh Chandra Mohapatra said...

We commemorate the retrospect of our alma mater and visualise that school is the centre of learning, discipline joy and immortality.

Suresh Ch Mohapatra
09437045180

Generic Viagra said...

in my opinion the street and the life are the best school, if you want to learn what really is the life, just live, live all you can, wel maybe not all, but yes the basic, all that you need is outside, just go and search for that.

Aziz Rahim said...

i am 67 years old and recall my teacher mr Isac Sessaran in the year 1959 teaching us this poem The best school of all .and that school was the Penal Canadian Mission school.in Trinidad W.I. God bless the souls of all those teachers of that Era.

Anonymous said...

Left school in 2008 still recall the memories when we stood for the Friday assembly in junior school singing all 5 versus. Thanks to Mrs. Dissanayaka my English teacher. Respice Finem.

Allan Robinson
Sri Lanka

Anonymous said...


They really were great days and jolly days. Wish our North American children could enjoy some of those blessed days. Thanks to those teachers who tanned our hides and made us the great individuals we are.

Joyce Boodhoo

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