'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.-