Its promise of youth who fulfil,
And Salisbury, Wolseley, Lytton, Tennyson, Cairns,
Uphold and ennoble it still!
You are old, Noble Senate, the young Rad cried,
But, for all you may venture to say,
You can’t be immortal, or if you so claim,
Now, tell me the reason, I pray.
Our glory will wane not, the Peers’ House replied,
So long as the Sword and the Pen,
The Courts and the Commons, th’ Exchange and the Church