To my teacher who’s noble worth I do escrue,
Such honour worthy men bestow,
To learning, and desire for truth.
To noble thought, and knowledge to impart,
The secrets of the writer’s art.
Hard learning and experience show,
Much oft how well such men are made,
For though we think ‘tis easy at the start,
Learning of a lifetime little seems
When our sweet poems come apart
And so unravel at the seams.
And when our tales some deficits do show,
How kindly does our teacher tell us so.
And so good class of earnest souls,
That winkle out good knowledge from its case
Our kindly mentor now we thank
Who understands so well our place