Now sing the rational moral man of thought,
Whose actions do incorporate what he ought.
Now sing the height of he who’s on the rise
And with his gleaming rockets clasps the skies!
Sing she who wrote the standard of his life,
That he could aim high daring over strife.
And sing, yea, sing, of laughing purpose proud,
That men might profit much, and be not cowed
To loathsome guilt or false-feigned humbleness,
But in their shining mirrors see—“Oh, Yes.”
O Rand, who with sincerest honesty
Set heroes on a mountain none can see
But worshippers of mind’s integrity,
We’ll sing your praise while with your name we stand,
Till all the world is bright with great Ayn Rand!