Banish the sorrow out of my eyes,
Fill with thy courage my tortured heart;
Swing me sheer to the youth of the skies,
Flame me with fire of omnipotent Art.

Gird with the strength of an ancient hill,
Break from my soul every fetter and thong;
Bid the dumb, solemn earth, breathing so still,
Burst into cadence of billowy song.

Sing till the skies, impassioned with truth,
Shout to the scintillant stars as they roll;
Sing till I soar in Promethean youth,
Soar to the gates of my uttermost goal.

Fold me serene in your warm-hearted thought,
Hold me in faith till Hope find its wings;
Gladden with love, in trust falter not;
Breathe on the harp of my life till it sings.