 Though scattered far we seldom meet the friends our boyhood knew,
Old joys and griefs in memory dwell, toned down to sober hue,
And as some well remembered name grows great, we glow with pride,
To think that in our youthful days, we struggled at his side.5.And when at last old age is ours and manhood's strength has fled,
And young ambition's fire is cold and earthly hopes lie dead;
We feel our boyhood's thrill once more and think its just life's morn,
And keep a niche within our hearts for Prince of Wales, Kingtom.