Visitors sat to listen to the great school song; old girls stood to sing with the school, and for five blissful minutes forgot everything—except that they were back at Redlands, and Redlands was theirs, and they were Redlands' still.
Newbolt's splendid words rang out to their slow, grave marching tune.
"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
Our hearts may not forget,
We've lost the old delight of her,
We'll keep her honour yet."