Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass

In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of Purer Science, Holier Laws.

Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The Eldest Voice Of God.

The World Goes Up And The World Goes Down, The Sunshine Follows The Rain; And Yesterday's Sneer And Yesterday's Frown Can Never Come Over Again.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.

It's All In The Day's Work, As The Huntsman Said When The Lion Ate Him.