World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School

A SCHOOL SONG
(Published in ‘The Review’ Volume XX, No.92,
Christmas Term, 1917.).
Passing the love of adventure.
Greater than quest of gold,
Stands out our love for the School of the Clove,
Mother of comfort untold.
“Mother of Love,” fondly we call thee,
Greeting thee fondly the sons that are thine.
Grace from above ever be with thee,
Hear thou and comfort us, Mother divine!
Wherever our tongue may be spoken,
Whenever Joy smoothes Fortune’s frowns,
Thy, sons, reunited in chorus
Sing proudly the praise of the Downs.
Offering thee our worship,
Yielding the fruit of our brain,
Duly we praise the greatest of days,
Days that can ne’er come again.
Mindful of bounties, gladly we grant thee,
Grateful our memories pleased now to own,
All that was taught us, now we remember,
Reaping the fruits of the seed thou has sown.