And a banner of love to sweep the stars.

About you the world’s despair will surge;

Into defeat you must plunge and grope—

Be to the faltering an urge;

Be to the hopeless years a hope!

Be to the darkened world a flame;

Be to its unconcern a blow—

For out of its pain and tumult you came,

And into its tumult and pain you go.

IRONY