Words by J.A. Holmes, Music by H.R. Boardman

Deep in our living days are twined

The branches of the vine you set.

The sun and rain do not forget

The children of your heart and mind.

And now we know

You chose a wider ground,

Richer and more profound

Than common country earth.

Your hundred years have yielded up their worth,

And we have sailed to find

The boundless realms of mind.

In foreign lands you stepped ashore,

Half way around the world from home.

Your children's children ask no more

Than bearing each his gift to come

And bring you harvest, bring you fruit,

And honor as we can your name,

That secret and enduring root

From whence our generation came.