Gone Are The Birds That Were Our

No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward Is In The Doing.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

Take This Sorrow To Thy Heart And Make It Part Of Thee, And It Shall Nourish Thee Till Thou Art Strong Again.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

Let Us Then Be Up And Doing, With A Heart For Any Fate, Still Achieving, Still Pursuing, Learn To Labor And To Wait.