Today you tread the solstice cusp
Of your fruitful spring
With ancient robe receive the scroll
While the scholars anthem rings
A charge, an honor, and a weight
From those whove lived before
Your life will be the history
When this repeats once more
Childhood gone, pleasures cup
Is no longer filled complete
But kingdom aims and nobler joys
To the servants soul is sweet
Remember, though, the bliss you knew
With grass and fireflies
Restored and greater pleasure waits
In the city of the skies
For now, be strong, your teachers laid
A weapon in your hand
To work and love and strike for good
As is our kings command
The deadly world is stronger far
Than your few years would guess
And ever turning facets
Would hypnotize all flesh
May years change scholar to a sage
Who walks by wisdoms fire
That lies would fail beneath your eyes
This your lifes desire
Let not these sober musings
Sound happiness retreat
Receive the honor, laugh with friends
With thankfulness we eat
Enjoy some fruit of work well done
This, part of your reward
For pleasure pure, and wisdom grave
Are blessings from our Lord