Whom charity ne’er fail’d to move;
Etona’s motto, crest, and pride,
Is feeling, courage, friendship, love.
Poor harmless soul, thy merry stave
Shall live when nobler poets bend;
And when Atropos to the grave
Thy silvery locks of grey shall send,
Etona’s sons shall sing thy fame,
Ad Montem still thy verse resound,
Still live an ever-cherished name,