Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.