Look to thy hand for speed in just defense
When honor calls thee into clash of arms.
Before a foe can strike or raise alarms
The quickest grip knows well to pay expense.
Look to thy hand for strength to mete out aid
When tasks before the close of day loom vast.
Until the deeds and needs have all been passed
The able grip holds up and won’t be swayed.
Look to thy hand for proof of all thy worth
When speed and strength alone have no degree.
Within thy hands lies an academy
That matches truth with all the force on earth.
So, for Provost, who more than is his sword,
By our hands, We King and Queen do make him lord.