O mortal soul, dost thou descry,
A star within the midnight sky?
A dream, a hope, a beacon bright,
That draweth thee from shade to light.
Then tarry not, nor idly yearn,
For dreams be won by those who earn.
With calloused hand and steadfast will,
The highest hope thou shalt fulfill.
The field is wide, the way is long,
Yet courage maketh weak men strong.
Let not thy heart in fear abide,
But take thy labour as thy guide.
For idle tongues and slothful rest
Ne’er raised a soul nor made it blest.
But those who strive and boldly dare,
Shall find their dreams in earth and air.
So gird thyself, and seek thy way,
With heart as bright as break of day.
The world is thine, if thou but deem,
To work, to toil, to claim thy dream.
And when the hour of dusk is nigh,
Thou’lt see thy star adorn the sky.
A soul who wrought with valour’s gleam,
Shall wake to find he lived his dream.
