Work then with steadfast hope and hand;
Yoke goodwill to the sturdy plough;
Cut the deep furrow through the land;
On high the ridges throw.
So shall increase thy labours crown,
And joy bring in thy harvest home;
Yet faint not should thy fortunes frown,
Thy harvest is to come.
Constant in this, take heart and breath;
These cannot fail whate’er befall—.