Forward ho! Forward ho! Soldiers of liberty,
Hope on; fight on; till man-s whole race shall be
Free of all good under heaven-s wide dome.
And doubt not, the earth that has grown old in sorrow
Shall grow young again in the light of that morrow
Predestined to make her fraternity-s home.
Forward ho! Forward ho! Lovers of truth and good!
Think on; write on; till earth-s whole herohood
Stand in one faith under heaven-s wide dome;
And shout to behold all the hilltops adorning
With sunflowers of glory the glow of that morning
Predestined to mark her fraternity-s home.