Most if not all of this poem, "Clifton Chapel" by Sir Henry Newbolt, was and maybe still is inscribed on a brass plaque that was affixed to a chapel wall at Red Hills Road. The plaque was originally located in the chapel at Slipe Pen Road.

This is the Chapel: here, my son,

Your father thought the thoughts of youth,

And heard the words that one by one

The touch of Life has turn'd to truth.

Here in a day that is not far,

You too may speak with noble ghosts

Of manhood and the vows of war

You made before the Lord of Hosts.

To set the cause above renown,

To love the game beyond the prize,

To honour, while you strike him down,

The foe that comes with fearless eyes;

To count the life of battle good,

And dear the land that gave you birth,

And dearer yet the brotherhood

That binds the brave of all the earth.

 My son, the oath is yours: the end

 Is His, Who built the world of strife,

 Who gave His children Pain for friend,

 And Death for surest hope of life.

 To-day and here the fight's begun,

 Of the great fellowship you're free;

 Henceforth the School and you are one,

 And what You are, the race shall be.

- Submitted by Ewart "Fatz" Walters

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