Aye, the world is a better old world today! And a great good mother this earth of ours; Her white tomorrows are a white stairway To lead us up to the far star flowers -- The spiral tomorrows that one by one We climb and we climb in the face of the sun. Aye, the world is a braver old world today! For many a hero dares bear with wrong -- Will laugh at wrong and will turn away; Will whistle it down the wind with a song -- Dares slay the wrong with his splendid scorn! The bravest old hero that ever was born! |