She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.