Let us be true, the young and strong,
And, waging battle with the wrong,
Stand, clear of darkness, in the light,
And brave the world, and do the right.
From day to day, from year to year,
Let conscience speak, and reason hear,
And action seal—though pain and grief
Oppress the heart beyond relief.
Though we should die for it—the truth
Is brighter on the brows of youth
Than crowns of gold that glitter fair
With crime and falsehood written there.
And void of gloom the days shall be
When age and weakness muse and see
The days of strength that shine afar
Where truth was like a guiding star!
