By John Bodwell Wood
What we do, let’s do with boldness;
What we know, let’s speak for aye!
And respect naught for its oldness
If it be not right to-day.
What is right, with will is power;
Truth is truth, and must prevail;
And true courage for an hour
Often is of great avail.
Naught is gained by coward groaning
Under each mishap and ill;
Give us men not always moaning—
Men of nerve and iron will.
Firmly stand to Freedom’s calling,
Battling to defend the right—
Fainting not though scenes appalling
Startle others timid sight.