The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To

Over Our Manhood Bend The Skies; Against Our Fallen And Traitor Lives The Great Winds Utter Prophecies; With Our Faint Hearts The Mountain Strives, Its Arms Outstretched, The Druid Wood Waits With Its Benedicite And To Our Age’s Drowsy Blood Still Shouts The Inspiring Sea.

The Opening Of The First Grammar School Was The Opening Of The First Trench Against Monopoly In Church And State.

The New World's Sons From England's Breast We Drew Such Milk As Bids Remember Whence We Came, Proud Of Her Past Wherefrom Our Future Grew, This Window We Inscribe With Raleigh's Fame.

Our American Republic Will Endure Only As Long As The Ideas Of The Men Who Founded It Continue Dominant.

The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To Truth, Is To Use It.