Sidney, lord of the stainless sword, the name of names that her
heart's love kept
Fast as thine did her own, a sign to light thy life till it sank
and slept.

Bright as then for the souls of men thy brave Arcadia resounds and
shines,
Lit with love that beholds above all joys and sorrows the steadfast
signs,
Faith, a splendour that hope makes tender, and truth, whose presage
the soul divines.

All the glory that girds the story of all thy life as with sunlight
round,
All the spell that on all souls fell who saw thy spirit, and held
them bound,
Lives for all that have heard the call and cadence yet of its music
sound.

Music bright as the soul of light, for wings an eagle, for notes a
dove,
Leaps and shines from the lustrous lines wherethrough thy soul from
afar above
Shone and sang till the darkness rang with light whose fire is the
fount of love.

Love that led thee alive, and fed thy soul with sorrows and joys
and fears,
Love that sped thee, alive and dead, to fame's fair goal with thy
peerless peers,