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

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.

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.