Too many hundreds nay, thousands of Old Hararians throughout the world, the memory of their younger days especially school days, which was the bulk of their younger lives lingers ever in their memories, and reminiscences.

Prince Edward School induces that line of thought, for school was their life, their being and their all.

In fact in the words of the poets and intellectuals, school is a never forgotten factor, something to live for, to strive for and sometimes with their country to die for.

The following poem by Sir Henry New bolt is reproduced in memory of their days at School.

Prince Edward School ‘The Best School of All.


The Best school of All.

It’s good to see the school we knew,

The land of youth and dream,

To greet again the rule we knew,

Before we took the stream,

Through long we’ve missed the sight of her,

Our hearts may not forget,

We’ve lost the old delight of her,

We keep her honors yet.


Refrain: We’ll honor yet the school we knew,

The best school of all,

We’ll honor yet the rule we knew,

Till the last bell call,

For working days or holidays,

And glad or melancholy days,

They were great days and jolly days

At the best School of all.


The stars and sounding vanities

That half the crowd Bewitch,

What are they but inanities?

To him that treads the pitch,

And where’s the wealth, I’m wondering,

Could buy the cheers that roll,

When the last charge goes thundering,

Beneath the twilight goal,

The men that tanned the hide of us,


Our daily foes and friends,

They shall not lose their pride of us,

However the journey ends.

Their voice, to us who sing of it,

No more its message bears,

But the round world shall ring of it,

And all we are is theirs.


To speak of fame a venture is,

There’s little here can abide,

But we may face the centuries,

And dare the deepening tide,

For though the dust that’s part of us,

To dust again be gone,

Yet still shall beat the heart of us,

The school we handed on.