Across The Years

Across the years you smile
And smile and smile.
Right near you Aristotle
Moves the throttle.
The future, out of bed,
Flows from your head.
Your heroes guide
Your books of pride
On new-laid rail
That cannot fail.
Into the dawn
They’re going on
With moral soul
In firm control.
Your beating heart
Repeats the start
That you began
For happy man.
In spirit kind
You gave your mind
To all that’s true
Inside of you,
As from the real
Toward life’s ideal,
On by the years you smile
And smile and smile.
And smiling, too, Aristotle
Moves the throttle.

We ride, we speed,
We praise your deed.
Far back, now slain,
Lie guilt and pain.
Up to the ridge,
Across the bridge,
To torch of light
So shining bright,
A shout of “Yes!”
Fills happiness!
And we are glad
Some called us mad.
They were afraid,
And far back stayed—
While we go on,
And on and on,
With truth and right
And open sight
To clasp high land
Of our Ayn Rand,
As through the years you smile
And smile and smile.
What can we say
But “A is A”
As in us Aristotle
Moves the throttle.

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