Shall I remember, while I hold
Within my grasp this pen of gold.
With newer zeal I now would write,
Dispensing nought but truth and light;
And richer treasures fain unfold,
The products of my pen of gold.
And when our weary task is done,
The conflict o’er, the victory won,
May we be found of finest mold,
As tried, refined, and pure as gold.