If you can keep your eyes wide open
When all about you are closing theirs,
If you can look beyond the hopeless
And give back Fate unflinching stares,
If you can face resenting evil
And judge it rotten to the core,
And with a mind that’s logic level
Crush its maliced falseness more;
If you can hear the mad ones boast
That all their zeroes add up whole,
And communistic care’s the most
That man can feel within his soul—-
And cross it, stamp it, spit it out
As utmost evil without doubt,
Then lift, above these dead-souled fiends,
The songs of free-born, free men’s glory—
And prove in action what that means!
And be the hero’s self-made story,
And rise and shine on manly beams!
If this, and more, you raise and praise,
Then you will own the heart of light,
To shine through you with all its right!