Forward Ho!

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.