'Others
shall sing the song,
Others
shall right the wrong,-
Finish what
I begin,
All all I
fail of win.
Hail to the
coming singers!
Hail to the
brave light-bringers!
Forward I
reach and above
All that
they sing and dare.
The airs of
heaven blow o'er me;
A glory
shines before me
Of what
mankind shall be'-
Pure,
generous, brave and free,
I feel the
earth move sunward,
I join the
great march onward,
And
take, by faith, while living,
My freehold
of thanksgiving.-