Should your cherished purpose fail,
Never falter, swerve, nor quail;
Nerve the arm and raise the hand,
Fling the outer garments by,
With a dauntless courage stand,
Shouting forth the battle cry,
Try again!
Is your spirit bowed by grief,
Rally quick, for life is brief;
Every saint in yonder sphere,
Borne through tribulation here,
Whispers in the anxious ear
Of each mortal in despair,
Try again!
What though stricken to the earth,
Up, man, as from second birth;
Yonder flower beneath the tread,
Struggling where the foot has gone,
Rising feebly in its bed,
Tells the hopeless looker-on,
Try again!
Guided by the hand of Right,
With Hope's taper for a light,
With a destiny like ours,
And that destiny to choose;
With such God-created powers
And a heaven to gain or lose,
Try again!