By the valiant hands of youth.
The most enviable of all titles is the character of an honest man.—Abraham Lincoln.
Oh, never the lamp of age burns low
In its cold and empty cup.
But youth comes by with his face aglow,
And a beacon-light leaps up.
The gloomiest skies grow bright and gay,
And the whispered clouds of doubt
Are swept from the brows of the world away
By a boy’s triumphant shout.