It will yield a sweet fragrance, but still you must toil,
And cherish the blossoms, and culture the soil.
There is something to live for and something to love,
’Tis a truth which the misanthrope ne’er can disprove,
For tho’ thorns and thistles may choke up the flower,
Some beauty will grace the most desolate bower.
Then think on, brother, wherever thou art,
Let the life be for men and the love for the heart,
For know that the pathway which leads us above
Is something to live for and something to love.