Though much within this world displeases,
And freedom’s all but lost and gone,
The mind will beat the brain’s diseases,
And LeChevalier’s going on!
Robb’s Monica has manned the fortress,
Sees sharp with steely eyes the foe,
Who shrinks into his own self-worthless—
Ghost to God and toast to go.
Laughing science gives full measure,
Cup of joy is logic’s brew.
LeChevaliers we do treasure;
Praise we now their name anew!
LeChevalier! “Do it my way!”
Take the high way! Live for love!
LeChevalier! Chainless valley!
Mind and future tailed dove!