Let Us Then Be Up And Doing,

The Star Of The Unconquered Will, He Rises In My Breast, Serene, And Resolute, And Still, And Calm, And Self-possessed.

The Heaven Of Poetry And Romance Still Lies Around Us And Within Us.

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

The Heights By Great Men Reached And Kept Were Not Attained By Sudden Flight, But They, While Their Companions Slept, Were Toiling Upward In The Night.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.