The draught to lift a weary world to light.
Thy arm should raiséd be in noble strife;
Thy steady hand still wield the trenchant pen;
Thus all of light and grace and noble life
Shall call thee forth from hearts of fellowmen!
The draught to lift a weary world to light.
Thy arm should raiséd be in noble strife;
Thy steady hand still wield the trenchant pen;
Thus all of light and grace and noble life
Shall call thee forth from hearts of fellowmen!