I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold.

I live for those who love me, for those who know me true, for the heaven so blue above me, and the good that I can do.

I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold.

For the cause that lacks assistance, The wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.

I live to hold communion With all that is divine, To feel there is a union Twixt Natures heart and mine.