Higher and higher things of us demand!
So let us cut our own progressive way—
So onward toil, through darkness and through day;
So let us in our labor persevere,
Unspoiled by praise—untouched by blame or fear;
Learn to distinguish, with true, patient art,
The private pocket from The Public Heart;
Learn how to guide that Heart, in every choice,
And give its noblest thoughts its purest voice!
Till so The Press The Public Heart may move,