We may not win, but may deserve success;
Beneath the shadow of an humble name,
We may live on our little world to bless.
As our bright pansy from its lowly stem
Smiles almost human cheer to eyes that see,
We’ll brighten each our little niche for them
To whom it matters what our life should be.
We’ll learn where hoarded gems of clearest ray
Lie hidden close in pure and noble books
And lead still other feet in learning’s way,