Hope on, and fix your ideal high—
And dream of some glad tomorrow,
Better to sing a hopeful song—
Than to chant a dirge of sorrow.
'Tis good to strive with hopeful mind,
To reach some goal of wondrous height;
For hope alone can spur us on,
And in the darkness show some light.
The flower we plant, the seed we sow,
Will spring from Mother Earth anew.
So let hope ever mingle, then,
In words we say, in deeds we do.
—J. R. Lowell