March on, my soul, nor like a laggard stay!
March swiftly on. Yet err not from the way
Where all the nobly wise of old have trod,
The path of faith made by the sons of God.
Follow the marks that they have set beside
The narrow, cloud-swept track to be thy guide;
Follow, and honor what the past has gained,
And forward still, that more may be attained!
Something to learn, and something to forget;
Hold fast the good, and seek the better yet.
Press on, and prove the pilgrim hope of youth—
The creeds are mile-stones on the road to Truth.
