Sorrows Come To Stretch Out

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

Ah, Great It Is To Believe The Dream As We Stand In Youth By The Starry Stream; But A Greater Thing Is To Fight Life Through, And At The End, 'the Dream Is True!'

Three Were The Fates. Poverty That Chains; Gray Drudgery That Grinds The Hope Away, And Gaping Ignorance That Starves The Soul.

We Have Committed The Golden Rule To Memory; Let Us Now Commit It To Life.