We have no high historic roll,
No list of glorious names
Like Harrow on her steepled hill,
Or Eton by her Thames.

But we are heirs of some whose tale
is still a glorious one,
That stamps them with the dignity
Of simple duty done.

Ours is no carven belfry tower,
No cloisters hoar with age,
To be of far-gone centuries
A dream-a heritage.

But in our books and on our wall
Are names we mark with pride,
For duty done within their School
And in the world outside.

As some slight sapling in the shade
The forest trees among,
We look to mighty Schools beyond,
Names great in speech and song.

But what in size and fame we lack,
Ourloyalty supplies;
From hand to hand we pass the torch
Whose brightness never dies.

Then whether on the hills we stand,
Or greet a tropic sun,
The Past and Present are the School
And they and we are one.

We breathe the freest air of Heaven
On this far Eastern shore;
So will we face, by God's good grace,
The path that lies before.

[From The Victoria School Record - 1909]