For any gladdening glimpse it yields
Of any unknown gulf or shore,
Purge the fair world of Ill through all its fields;
Uplift the Race in wisdom more and more;
With breast undaunted boldly range285
The ever-widening ways of ceaseless Change;
Thwart not the powers that roll
Freedom’s chariot thundering to the goal;
Nor fly the Spirit’s pain; nor crave
The crutch of creeds foredone; nor fear290