And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace