Onward, Brothers

Onward

bro­thers

march still on­ward

Side by side and hand in hand

Ye are bound for man’s true king­dom

Ye are an in­creas­ing band.

Tho’ the way seem oft­en doubt­ful

Hard the toil ye may en­dure

Tho’ at times your cour­age fal­ter

Yet the pro­mised land is sure.

Olden ag­es saw it dim­ly

And their joy to rap­ture wrought

Living men have gazed upon it

Standing on the hills of thought.

All the past has done and suf­fered

All the dar­ing and the strife

All has helped to mold the fu­ture

Make man mas­ter of his life.

Still brave deeds and kind are need­ed

Noble thoughts and feel­ings fair;

Ye too must be strong and suf­fer

Ye too have to do and dare.

Onward

bro­thers

march still on­ward

March still on­ward

hand in hand;

Till ye see at last man’s king­dom

Till ye reach the pro­mised land.