Cruel gods that deal in death, the icebound soul reveres,
But the Lord of Peace and Blessing was not one!
Truth and Power and Beauty—Love that endeth tears—
Came to man in summer lands beneath a summer sun.
PIONEERS.
Long have we sung our noble pioneers,
Vanguard of progress, heralds of the time,
Guardians of industry and art sublime,
Leaders of man down all the brightening years!
To them the danger, to their wives the tears,