We want not leaders insincere,
Whose schemes abortive cast,
Change fruitful fields to barren wastes,
Like Autumn's dreary blast.

Men of heroic heart we want
To stand on Discord's tomb,
And plant the true Sincerity
In all its lovely bloom.

We want the energetic tact,
The inward breathing fire,
The pluck and push which makes a man
Upraise his morals higher.

We want the soul-ennobling themes,
The cream of manly thought,
The architecture of design
In all its cunning taught.

We want the sure progressive art,
The hope-inspiring song,
The ever practical and right
To overcome the wrong.

We want the sympathetic word,
With Mercy's gentle hand,
To pioneer the people's cause
Throughout the English land.