The gentle heart that hated wrong, br The courage that all ills withstood, br The seeing eye, the mighty song br That stirred us into Nationhood, br Have passed. What garlands can be spread? br The Prince of Courtesy is dead. br The power that touched all human chords br With wit that lightened thro’ the years br Without a sting, whose tender words br Unsealed the fountain of our tears— br Ah! bow the heart and bend the head— br The Prince of Courtesy is dead.