Classic Poem

Onward, brothers, march still onward,
Side by side and hand in hand;
We are bound for man's true kingdom,
We are an increasing band
Though the way seems often doubtful,
Hard the toil which we endure,
Though at times our courage falter,
Yet the promised land is sure.

Olden ages saw it dimly,
And their joy to madness wrought;
Living men have gazed upon it,
Standing on the hills of thought.
All the past has done and suffered,
All the daring and the strife,
All has helped to mould the future,
Make man master of his life.

Still brave deeds and kind are needed,
Noble thoughts and feeling fair;
Ye too must be strong and suffer,
Ye too have to do and dare.
Onward, brothers, march still onward,
March still onward hand in hand;
Till ye see at last man's kingdom,
Till ye reach the Promised Land.